The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1824

Chapter 1824

Rose remained silent as Morrison casually wiped himself with a tissue from the bedside table before rising to sift through the closet for a fresh set of clothes.

Crisp shirt, wool sweater, and a neatly tailored suit — everything was meticulous.

Rose watched from the bed as he dressed, chuckling slightly before her eyes slowly shut.

After Morrison closed the wardrobe, the room fell silent for a moment, followed by the sound of the room door opening and closing again.

Rose's eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Seconds later, she attempted to rise for a shower, but before she could even throw back the covers, the door burst open.

Turning her head, she saw Morrison re-enter the room. Their eyes met, Rose breaking the gaze first. "Why'd you come back?"

Stepping closer, Morrison grunted an acknowledgment. "Forgot something."

He walked over to the nightstand, pulling out a box from the drawer and shamelessly transferring its contents—bags of something—into his pockets.

Rose bit her lip hard, averting her gaze as her hands trembled slightly. Then she heard footsteps approach, and before she could react, she was scooped up from the bed.

Startled, she looked up to find Morrison setting her down at the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"

Morrison remained silent, turning around without a word, followed by a series of movements.

Moments later, Rose was dressed in an oversized knit sweater, a baggy coat, and loose trousers, all belonging to Morrison, who then carried her out the door.

Her brow furrowed, and she asked again, “What are you doing?"

"You're a handful, always running off. Can't have you disappearing on me again.” Morrison spoke bluntly, wrapping her more tightly in his coat before placing her in the car.

It wasn't until Morrison himself got in that Rose spoke in a cold tone, "Why are you dragging me along to see Mona?"

He glanced at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he started the car.

"To make sure you don't bolt."

Rose fell silent.

Sensing her mood turn sour, Morrison added, “Something felt off when I left.

Seeing you just now proves that I was right. You're a real puzzle, and to prevent any wild thoughts and the hassle that follows, I figured it's best to bring you along—cut off any lingering hopes."

Rose furrowed her brow, cut off what hopes? Knowing that Mona was important enough to make Morrison leave her side at any moment was enough for Rose to give up any remaining expectations.

Why making another painful incision in her heart?

“There's nothing left to cut,” she muttered dismissively, but then realized going to the hospital might be an opportunity to check on Winston.

Half an hour later, Morrison carried Rose straight into the hospital.

“I'll can walk. Put me down: He glanced at her and finally set her down in the elevator, but he kept hold of her hand. Even as they reached Mona's hospital room, he showed no intention of letting go.

Rose looked at him with confusion. "What are you trying to do?"

“Isn't the answer obvious?"

Rose's expression hardened. "! don't want to see her right now"

Morrison pulled her inside anyway.

Rose stopped at the inner door of the room, insisting, "I don't want to see her."

Riley emerged from the room, and greeted Morrison with a quick "Mr. Witt"

Morrison gave him a cold look. "How is she?"

"I told her you'd come. She's calmed down a bit."

After saying that, Riley glanced awkwardly at the silent Rose. "Ma’am."

Rose remained quiet.

"You two wait here” commanded Morrison as he entered Mona's room.

In the hospital room, doctors and nurses crowded around, forming a circle around the entire room. Upon seeing Morrison, they ali stepped aside.

Mona, disheveled and dazed in her hospital gown, rose from her bed and hesitantly reached out to Morrison, her tears a mixture of guilt and plea.

“Morrison! I'm sorry, I truly am. I admit I was selfish, but all I wanted was to be with you, without all those obstacles. Because... because I'm just someone with nothing, completely unworthy of you. I'm terrified of facing your family. Morrison, Do you understand? My intentions were pure, truly."

"You need to calm down." Morrison's voice, muffled by the door, was deep and steady.

Rose clenched her jaw, her hands curled under the long sleeves, her gaze flickering as she took a step back.

The urge to flee consumed her. She knew Mona's place in Morrison's heart.

Now, with Mona humbling herself before him, how could he not be moved?

She didn't want to hear the tender words Morrison would use to comfort her.

Head lowered, she stared at the door for a few seconds before turning away.

“Ma‘am.' Riley, noticing her retreat, softly called out.

Inside the room, Morrison withdrew his hand from Mona's grasp.

Mona sobbed, shaking her head. "Morrison, Rose wants to divorce you, right?

This time, I won't run away anymore. Just stop being angry with me, and I promise to face your family bravely. I will try my hardest to get their approval.

Please..."

She was tired of wandering alone, without support or money. Her dreams and life were shrouded in darkness. She yearned for stability, and only Morrison could offer her a secure life and everything she desired. The days of having nothing were unbearable.

She was a woman with no family background, unable to live the life she wanted on her own.

“Morrison, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me: “Mona; Morrison said, his voice carrying a complex tone as he faced her.

Compared to Mona's agitation, Morrison's voice remained unnervingly calm and detached. The room fell into silence for a few seconds before Morrison spoke again, "I made myself clear the last time we talked. I got it all wrong

from the start. The person I love isn't you, and I'm certainly not leaving Rose.

You already know that.”

Mona bit her lip, a look of despair washing over her face as she stared at him. "But what about me? Morrison, have you ever thought about what your decision has turned me into?

A long silence ensued before Morrison's indifferent voice rose again. "Do you need me to spell out the answer for you?"

All expression froze on Mona's face at that instant.

Morrison nodded. "You're not wrong. If anything had happened to you now, any negative impact would be one thing.

“But Rose is making a big deal out of everything now. Whatever I do, she resists; whatever I say, she won't easily believe. If you had died today, I

wouldn't have the chance to tell her how much I like her, and she certainly wouldn't believe me if you were gone. That would be unacceptable.

"She loves me, so she minds your presence. It seems there's no problem there.

"So you have to leave, Mona. Even if you want to die, do it quietly, away from here’

Mona's body shook violently.

Morrison's tone was light, but his words were as cruel as a sharp, invisible blade. "Satisfied?"

He looked at Mona with icy detachment. "Do you think I'm some kind of kind,

patient man? Ten million dollars. I'll transfer it to your account right now.’

With that, he moved to the door and grasped the handle. "Take the money

and leave. If you don't, don't blame me for being heartless."

He opened the door.

Only Riley stood at the doorway, who quickly approached upon seeing him exit. "Mr. Witt."

Morrison scanned the surroundings. "Where is she?”

"Madam said that she went to check on Mr. Winston,’

His face darkened suddenly. "Keep a close watch on her. If anything happens, you'll be buried with her."

Riley's expression turned grave. “Yes, sir.”

But all that was left for him was the chilling breeze as Morrison walked away.

After checking on the room where Winston was staying, Rose knocked and entered. Fortunately, he had just finished his check-up, his wounds were dressed, and he hadn't yet fallen asleep.

Seeing her, Winston raised an eyebrow in surprise. "He let you out?"

Or had the two of them finally broken things off for good?

Morrison seemed like a lost cause, really. After all the prodding and all but spelling it out for him, why was the truth so hard to utter?

“Mona just tried to off herself. He's at the hospital with her now.’

Winston rubbed his forehead, a clear sign of frustration. “Forget it, just forget it. You two should just get a divorce, for crying out loud. You're both a damn nightmare to deal with. I've never met a man as stubborn as him.”

Rose tugged at her lips, a wry smile forming. "So all of those sweet nothings and everything you did. It was all just an act, wasn't it?"

Winston's eyebrow arched. “Do you wish it was all true?"

A shadow of disappointment crossed Rose's face. "Well, who wouldn't feel flattered by the attention of a big-time movie star? Of course, I hoped it was real. You probably don't understand just how strong a woman's vanity can be.”