The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1783

Chloe paused for a moment before replying, "Not exactly. At first, I just wanted to protect myself and learn a few things, but then it was about trying to build a better life."

The better life required sacrifices. No one can live without worries.

Rose nodded, "Well, what's done is done. I hope you keep being happy. Spare me some worries."

Chloe turned to look at her, "That's something I should be saying to you."

Rose hesitated for a moment, gazing at the construction site in the distance, and sighed. "In the end, Chloe, my child will be my everything. I'll be a mother, someone who needs to protect her child, not someone who needs protecting. Just like you said, to live better, we need to take care of ourselves first. If you can do it, so can I."

Her tone became more relaxed as she looped her arm through Chloe's, "You don't have to worry about me, especially since I have such a strong supporter in you."d2

Chloe smiled, "As long as you know."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "Well, I plan on clinging to you for life."

As they retraced their steps, Rose bid Chloe farewell. "From now on, you need to focus on your pregnancy and nothing else. I worry when you're in trouble, so think of me and the babies and just relax, okay?"

Rose was genuinely scared of Chloe's restlessness. She never seemed to take a break.

Chloe resignedly nodded, "Fine, I got it. I’ll take a break."

"That's a relief. You're four months pregnant with twins, and soon you won't be able to move around as much. I can't keep running around either; your husband is probably going nuts. I really can't stay here any longer. I booked a flight for tomorrow morning. We'll meet again once the babies are born."

Chloe squeezed her hand, not trying to stop her. Rumors about Rose and Morrison's marriage were already circulating on the internet, if she stayed any longer, it would only harm their reputations.

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The internet was buzzing with speculations about Rose and Morrison. Morrison's indifference towards Rose brought out the schadenfreude in some.

[Isn't she asking for it? Scheming to get to the top by getting pregnant, isn't it enough that he married her? What else does she want?]

[But they do have a child together, and she couldn't have gotten pregnant without him. Why are you blaming everything on her?]

[Please, everyone knows Morrison has another woman on his mind. Remember the drama with his family? If it wasn't for Rose's deliberate seduction, would he have gotten involved with her?]

[Also, weren't Morrison, this so-called Mrs. Witt and that girl schoolmates?]

[Tsk tsk... a love triangle from their school days. But Mrs. Witt sure is cunning; not only did she become his wife, she's also having his child. Quite impressive.]

"Attention passengers traveling from P City to R City, flight RA1992 is now boarding..."

As the boarding announcement echoed through the airport, Rose put away her phone, picked up her handbag, and walked towards the boarding gate expressionlessly.

She was calm. She had to be.

She was no stranger to such comments. She'd seen and heard it all, even the disdainful and wary looks from others. She knew it all too well, and was almost numb to it.

The flight from P City to R City took over two hours. Upon finding her seat, she took out her phone again, glanced at the empty inbox and call log, forced a smile, and turned off her phone.

The flight attendant stayed by her side until the plane took off and leveled out, then she left.

The first-class cabin was quite comfortable. She sat back in her seat, watching the fluffy white clouds outside. Her face was calm; her thoughts seemed to be drifting away.

She should clean up the room first upon returning, making sure to wash the bed sheets and covers. The flowers at home also needed watering. She should head to the grocery store first to buy some groceries, ensuring she had good food to eat.

Balanced nutrition, so when her son was born, he would be healthy.

She could rest at home today, and head to the company tomorrow.

With Winston's endorsement and Chloe's rising fame, the company's product sales had significantly increased. This led to more possibilities and responsibilities; she'd probably have a lot of reports to go through in the next few days.

She could still live a well-ordered life on her own. At the very least, she wouldn't deprive herself of anything. She never did.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the blanket over herself, lightly placing her hand on her stomach. Silently, she gazed at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, gradually closing her eyes.

When the announcement for landing came on, she opened her eyes, glanced around, sighed, and sat up straight.

Once the plane landed smoothly, she took a cab to the grocery store, then headed home.

Just as she'd planned on the plane, she prepared some food, made some soup, cleaned her room, and did the laundry in between. She'd occasionally check on the soup simmering in the kitchen.

Everything was going smoothly.

After the chores were done, she made herself two dishes, then went to the kitchen to get the soup she'd made earlier.

This was something she learned from the nutritionist at the Harper family, along with many other recipes for meals and soups that were beneficial for pregnant women and babies. Though it didn't taste as good as a professional chef's, it was still edible.

After finishing her soup, she took the dried covers from the washing machine and laid them out. Looking at the immaculate room, she sighed, feeling quite content.

Feeling a bit sweaty, she went upstairs to change her clothes. As she entered her bedroom and opened the wardrobe, her eyes unintentionally fell upon the other half of the wardrobe. She had purposely left a lot of space there, but it only housed two sets of men's clothing.

Her heart ached unexpectedly, reminding her of the numerous scenarios she'd imagined when they got married.

They could have had every meal together, barring the occasional busy schedule. There were his and hers toothbrush cups in the bathroom, his and hers bathrobes hanging in the shower room, his and hers clothes hanging in the wardrobe.

The slippers were for two, the dinnerware was for two, and the drinking glasses were for two. Everything would be for just the two of them.

Now, it was indeed just the two of them, but the sight was too ironic.