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The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1823
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Chapter 1823

“So, all those questions you asked me earlier, you weren’t really concerned

about me, were you?” Morrison asked.

Rose looked at him, “You just said it was fine.”

“But what about the beginning?”

Rose pressed her lips together, “Clearly, Winston is in much worse shape than

you.”

Morrison’s icy stare locked onto her, and the taut string that was Rose’s

composure grew even tighter, as if one more tug would cause it to snap.

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In just a few days, the way she looked at him had changed so much. Before, he

could clearly see the worry she held for him. But now, the concern on her face

was for someone else. He wouldn’t have it.

He stared at her, his dark eyes like a pool of ink, as if determined to detect any

trace of deceit in her expression.

“Rose, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

She frowned in confusion.

“You’re trying to provoke me, to make me agree to a divorce, right? All this talk

about setting me free to be with Mona, it’s just an excuse for you to get out of

this marriage.”

Rose’s expression tightened, “Think whatever you want. As long as we can get

a divorce, your thoughts don’t matter.”

She was used to it anyway. In his heart, she was never the good person, was

she?

“You’re so eager to divorce me to be with Winston?” Morrison’s voice was heavy

with accusation.

Rose’s eyes snapped shut, “What I do after the divorce is none of your

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business. Who I’m with is my affair. I can’t possibly spend my life alone.”

Morrison felt the last thread of his restraint snap. He yanked Rose into his arms,

rough and unyielding. Her face paled as she was suddenly crushed into the soft

bed beside them.

As the world blurred before her eyes and Morrison’s overpowering scent

enveloped her, she realized she was trapped. Her hands were pinned above her

head, powerless to resist.

“Rose, I’ve warned you countless times tonight not to push me. You’ve really

outdone yourself. You’ve completely exhausted my patience”

His words were sharp and fierce. Rose trembled with fear, sensing the cold

weight behind each syllable. She had a terrible feeling about what might happen

next.

Morrison, his chest heaving with pent-up anger, aimed all his fury at her. He held

her wrists with one hand and with the other, he violently tore her nightgown to

shreds.

The memory of her nonchalantly wearing that nightgown in the hallway, as if it

were the most natural thing, made him want to rip it apart. Their interaction was

surprisingly natural. He was in a bathrobe, and she was in pajamas. Just the

thought of it sent a sharp pain through his head.

“Morrison!” Rose’s face turned ashen with fear, but Morrison was relentless.

It wasn’t until Morrison’s body brushed against her exposed stomach that she

jolted with shock. Somehow finding the strength, she broke free from his grasp

and slapped him across the face with all her might.

The sound echoed with a chilling clarity. Morrison froze, his movements halted,

yet he still pinned her legs beneath him, looming over her with a terrifying gaze.

His cold eyes flickered briefly. Gently, he brushed her disheveled hair aside with

a tenderness that belied the situation.

“Rose, you said you loved me, right? Then why are you so set on divorce?

Isn’t life with me enough? You fought so hard to marry me, didn’t you?”

Her lips trembled, “No, it’s not enough. They were right. I am the dark-hearted

other woman who couldn’t control her desire for you. I thought I was better than

any other woman, and I didn’t consider myself a vile person. I thought I could

make a place for myself in your heart, but I was naive.”

Morrison leaned in, his forehead against hers, his voice a low murmur, “But I

don’t want a divorce now…

His intimacy made Rose’s gaze waver.

“So stop making a scene. We have a long life ahead of us.”

But Rose shook her head, “It’s impossible. Things are much more difficult than I

imagined. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t. I can’t stand having a husband

who loves another woman.”

That was the root of the problem. All her beliefs were just that, mere beliefs.

Morrison’s brow furrowed, “You mean Mona?”

Rose didn’t want to speak her name, turning her head away. But Morrison

wouldn’t allow it, pressing his forehead against hers, forcing her to look at him. “I

decided to marry you with no intention of getting back with her. She’s in the

past”

Something in Rose stirred, her eyes lifting, her long lashes brushing Morrison’s

skin. “It’s too late? she said quietly. “As long as she’s in your heart, we can’t

move forward”

Morrison’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intense as he watched her, his frown

deepening.

Rose stared directly at him, saying, “You don’t need to tell me how I should feel.

I admit I knew about Mona’s presence initially, but I didn’t want to let her and

your relationship bother me. I wanted to gradually remove her from your heart,

but now I realize that it’s impossible.”

“Did you suddenly understand this now? If Winston hadn’t come along, would

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you have continued like this with me?”

She bit her lip, “Think what you like. If it makes you feel better.”

A vein pulsed on Morrison’s forehead. His temper, uninvaded for years, trampled

on again and again by this woman. His gaze turned icy, but when he saw the

fear flickering in her eyes, he forcefully suppressed his anger.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Rose bit her lip, her eyes downcast, her trembling lashes betraying her true

state.

Morrison leaned in and gently kissed her lips, a softness that left Rose lost in a

daze.

“You’re my wife, I’d never hurt you. Just be a good girl, okay? From now on, I’ll

only cherish and love you.”

His low, warm murmurs were filled with allure, carrying both temptation and a

tender intimacy that left Rose lingering in a daze. Her mind went blank, but

her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

He spoke of cherishing and loving her. These were dreams she dared not even

entertain in her sleep.

Her relaxed body made Morrison feel more and more satisfied. His hand gently

rested on the subtle swell of her belly.

“This is our son. Do you think he’ll take after me?” he mused.

Almost instinctively, Rose murmured back, “Yes, he will.”

A light chuckle escaped Morrison’s lips. “Well, whatever you say goes. But he

really is ugly”

Rose blinked, and the next second, Morrison’s lips gently kissed the gentle

bump. Her body shivered.

“Even if he’s not the most handsome, he’s still our son. I’ll give him everything—

the best of everything.”

Rose’s eyes slowly misted over. His words tonight, without a doubt, had pierced

straight to her heart. He spoke of cherishing and loving her. And he spoke of