The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1816

Chapter 1816

“Aren't I well-behaved enough? I really am letting you go, Morrison, everything I said, it's all true. I won't bother you anymore..."

"Behaved my foot!" Morrison was in no mood to hear her prattle about "letting go" and “divorce."

"You're the one who wanted the wedding, and now you're talking about a divorce. What am I to you? A toy to play with?"

Rose bit her lip, looking at him as her demeanor cooled down.b2 "Alright, I messed up, okay?! I shouldn't have left the kid behind, shouldn't have used the kid to marry you, shouldn't have created a chance for Grandma and Mom to hassle Mona. It's all my fault. Happy now?!"

"No, it's not okay!"

"You..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear another word from you!"

At this point, Rose couldn't deal with Morrison in her usual way. His words were just daggers into her heart, nothing more.

"I won't, I won't, I just won't. We'll get a divorce, and then you'll never have to hear me speak again..."

A vein throbbed on Morrison's forehead. “Say that one more time!"

"We're gett—mmph..."

The word “divorce" never made it out of her mouth; Morrison leaned in and swallowed her words whole.

Rose's eyes widened with shock, and after a moment of stillness, she began to struggle.

"Let... go..."

Morrison pinned her hands with one of his and held her chin with the other, his kiss forceful and filled with a mix of rage and maybe even hatred.

His roughness, his brutality, only soured the feeling in Rose's heart.

Yeah, it was all her fault.

She was the one who insisted on marrying him. He had said no from the start—no to the child, no to her, swearing they were never meant to cross paths in this life.

She didn't understand what she had done to make a once decent acquaintance speak such cruel words to her.

But she had run headfirst into a brick wall, nonetheless, choosing to marry him.

So there she was, alone in an empty house, enduring ridicule and sarcasm from all sides in silence.

She had no right to tell anyone how aggrieved she felt, not even to admit her own sorrow.

These last few days, Morrison had stayed at home, sleeping and eating with her, even accompanying her to prenatal appointments and swimming. It was like a long-awaited redemption for her.

She couldn't afford to dwell on the humiliation and pain he had caused her; she wanted to seize the present, the fleeting happiness.

But happiness was too elusive.

She hadn't even truly grasped it, let alone had the chance to "seize" it.

Morrison always found a myriad of ways to make her heart bleed.

If trying hard wasn't enough to earn the love she wanted, what was the point of persevering?

Suddenly, she shoved Morrison away with all her might.

Finally, he let her go, his gaze icy as it drilled into her.

His eyes were like ice picks, inching across her skin.

"Rose, you used the child to try and marry me because you love me."

At his words, Rose's eyes merely flickered, showing no surprise.

That was the truth. She never hid how much she loved him.

Was it a secret? It never was, so why was he emphasizing it now?

"So what?"

Her calmness left Morrison at a loss.

Why did his blunt exposure leave her so indifferent?

"So what gives you the right to talk about divorce now?! You love met! Yet, you're asking for a divorce. How is that any different from playing hard to get?!"

His angry words made Rose's composure waver.

"Morrison.' She was silent for a long while. "When did you know that I loved you?"

The words ‘I love you' coming from Rose's mouth sent a tremor through Morrison's dark eyes.

When did he know?

"I... 've always known!" How could he admit it was Winston who had just clued him in?

But Rose let out a bitter laugh, and Morrison saw an unstoppable sadness on her face.

He grew anxious.

"You knew I loved you, which is why you told me to get rid of the child, not to marry you, that we were never meant to be part of each other's lives..."

Morrison's expression suddenly darkened.

"That's why on our wedding night you could leave me alone in the bridal suite and fly off to another country to find Mona...

"That's why you could ignore me for over two months after our marriage, to punish me for the marriage I forced into..."

"That's why you could be so cold and heartless toward me, all for Mona..."

Tears gathered in Rose's eyes.

"You knew I loved you, so you thought you could hurt me with impunity?"

"Do you have any idea that even a glance from you is heaven and hell to me, a descent into a fiery pit? Do you think my heart is so cold and indestructible that you can torment it without restraint?"

All the pent-up grievances came pouring out with her trembling voice, tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking into the sheets.

Morrison watched, his grip loosening slightly, his lips parting then closing, words forming but remaining unspoken.

Rose closed her eyes tightly, her delicate neck and beautiful collarbones tising and falling with the effort to swallow the bitterness.

"I can't do this anymore, Morrison..."

Her eyes flung open, tears gushing anew, her voice and expression thick with hurt and sadness.

"I don't want to love you anymore, I can't continue to love you. Even if I were stronger, my heart can't take this kind of reckless torment! I married you hoping for a good life with you, willing to pay any price without complaint.

I'm trying, waiting for you to love me... not to be treated like this..."

She sat up slowly, wiping at her uncontrollable tears haphazardly.

"I give up, I can't do this anymore... Let's get a divorce, let's do it now..."

She seemed like a lost child, clueless, with only the thought of seeking comfort.

Rose only had one thought swirling in her mind, and that was divorce.

She wasn't a masochist.

She really wasn't...

Her demeanor only deepened the sense of panic and helplessness in Morrison's heart.

He reached for her again, "Rose!"

"Let go of me!!"

With a sudden jerk, Rose tore herself away and pushed him back, rising from the bed, her eyes icy and angry as they fixed on him.

"Do you think a sudden divorce will bring shame and loss to the Witt family?

But Morrison, think about it, this isn't my fault, you've gone too far!

I don't want anything, the impact and losses of the Witt family have nothing to do with me. If you don't want to embarrass the Witts, then let's get the divorce proceedings started quickly!

Grandma Witt: ".."

Rose: *..."

Did he think they were blind?

Hadn't Molly just tried to help him up, only to be pushed away?

"Come on, Rose! My head is spinning!"

Rose pursed her lips but walked over anyway.

"Molly was just trying to help you."

Seeing Morrison still playing the victim, Rose grew calmer, exposing his ruse as she helped him to the sofa.

"Molly's getting on in years; how could she have the strength to help me up?"

Molly's face, already grim, turned even grimmer after hearing Morrison's words.

Getting on in years...

Hmm.

Rose said nothing, but she easily helped Morrison off the ground and onto the sofa. She didn't feel like it took much effort.

She even thought that he might have been able to walk on his own without anyone's help. But the thought was fleeting.

After all, his bloodied face wasn't fake.

When the doctor saw Morrison again, he was taken aback before saying, "We meet again."

Having just left the hospital that morning, it hadn't even been half a day before they met again, with Morrison's head bloodied.

His remark made Rose's face flush with embarrassment.

Morrison glanced at him, his voice frosty, "Aren't you a gastroenterologist?"

The doctor smiled, "The surgeon is off today; I'm covering for him."

Morrison: "..."

After a series of checks, Morrison was assigned to a private room.

"You've got quite a few bruises, a mild... moderate concussion, plus acute gastritis. Take care and get some rest."

Under Morrison's stern gaze, the doctor wisely embellished a little before leaving the room.

Molly, relieved that Morrison was okay, couldn't hide the pain on her face.

Grandma Witt, with a stern face, snorted, "You reap what you sow."

Molly's face, usually a mask of compassion, was tight with disapproval as she pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied with Morrison's actions earlier that day.

"Look, you guys should head on home," Morrison said, his voice a low rumble.

Molly glanced at Rose, caught in a bind. "Rose, I mean... what do you think?"

Rose offered a faint smile. “It's alright, I can manage on my own. You two go get some rest."

Feeling a weight lift from her chest, Molly exchanged a knowing look with the elderly lady, and without a word, they both silently left the hospital room.

After seeing them off, Rose returned to the room and gave the IV drip a cursory glance before she settled onto the couch, folding her body into its cushions.

An oppressive silence filled the space.

Morrison frowned and stole a glance at Rose, only to find her lounging on the couch, her fingers swiping across her phone screen, absorbed in whatever she was doing.

Sensing his eyes on her, Rose suddenly looked up.

Morrison quickly snapped his gaze forward, pretending he hadn't been watching her at all.

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