The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1785

Rose packed her own lunch.

Sure, the office had a cafeteria, and it was known for its strict standards when it came to food safety, but she still felt more comfortable eating food she cooked herself, even more so now that she was expecting. With no one to look after her, she had to take extra care of herself.

She wouldn't compromise on anything regarding her child.

There was a microwave in the break room. After heating her meal, she returned to her office. After just taking a few bites, the phone rang. She took a glance at the caller ID, paused, and took a spoonful of food before answering.

"Hello?"

"Rose dear, you're back, right?" It was the voice of Grandma Megan.d2

"Yes, I got back yesterday."

"So, you're at the office now?"

"Yes, I've got some things to take care of. Is there something you need, Grandma?"

Grandma Megan sighed, "Would you come back home when you have time? You haven't visited much since moving out, and especially now that you're pregnant, you can’t always be so busy. Come home tonight. I'll have the kitchen prepare something delicious for you."

Rose paused with her spoon in mid-air.

"Rose, you need to come back. You're pregnant now. You can't overwork yourself. You have to prioritize the baby. I’m not just saying this because the baby is a Witt, but also because you’re a mother. I suppose you know how precious and important that child is to you, right?"

Rose slowly put down her spoon, her voice steady, "I know."

"Don't push yourself too hard, and if you have any problems, just tell me. I'll do everything I can to help you."

Rose slightly smiled, "Thank you, Grandma. I'll come by tonight."

"Good, good."

Megan hung up the phone, her smile fading as she dialed another number. As soon as the phone was answered, she snapped, "Come home for dinner tonight!"

A deep, indifferent voice came from the other end, "I will check my schedule."

"I could be dead tomorrow, See if you can make some time to see me one last time."

With that, she slammed down the phone.

Molly, her daughter-in-law, was startled by the outburst. “What's the matter? Why would you say you'll be dead tomorrow."

"It's your beloved son's fault. Can't even come home for dinner without scheduling it."

Molly pursed her lips, speechless. Morrison was indeed a headache. Any mention of him was bound to bring trouble.

"Let's see if he comes home tonight. If he doesn't, I really will drop dead for him to see. Make sure to tell him it was all his fault."

Megan stormed off into the kitchen, her voice echoing down the hall. "Make sure to cook his favorite dishes. The ungrateful brat only knows how to upset me. Put some dog poop in his food."

Molly sighed.

Of course, the staff wouldn't really put dog poop in their food. They knew very well that Megan didn’t mean what she said. While angry, she was still demanding they cook her grandson's favorite food.

She knew they wouldn't actually add dog poop. If they did, they'd probably lose their jobs.

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Rose managed to get in touch with Winston in the afternoon. This time when she returned to P City, she had visited Mr. Peck.

He was getting on in years, and his legs were beyond recovery, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

She had mentioned the new product endorsement to Winston earlier, so this was more of a heads up.

Winston had turned down many jobs because of his father’s situation, and he was currently free. Mr. Peck was getting tired of him hanging around the house all day, so he agreed to Rose's invite without a second thought.

"I have nothing going on. I might stay there for a while. It is so inconvenient to stay at a hotel. Find me an apartment, and I'll be right over."

Rose was pleased, "Perfect, the owner of the apartment next door is going abroad for a couple of months. Let me check for you."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Rose decided to leave work early.

She had to get back to the Witt family before dinner at seven, but first, she had to head home to feed Moon. Afterwards, she drove straight to the Witt family's residence.

Older people generally preferred quieter locations, so the mansion was built on the outskirts, quite a distance from the city center.

That was why Rose and Morrison were given a separate house closer to the city after their wedding. It was not only for the convenience of their work, but also because young people were not accustomed to such remote locations.

When she arrived at the Witt family's residence, it was half past six. As soon as she walked in, she was pulled onto the sofa by Megan. "Finally, you're back. How are you doing?"

Rose smiled and nodded, "I'm doing well."

Grandma Megan shook her head, "You're four months pregnant and haven't gained any weight. Make sure to eat more at dinner. And about your work, can't you take a break?"

"The company is launching a new product soon, and the company can't function without me. Don't worry, my colleagues are very supportive and won't let me overwork."

Grandma Megan sighed helplessly, "If you find yourself overwhelmed, just ask Morrison for help."

Rose's smile stiffened slightly, "He's busy too, and we are in different fields, he might not be able to help."

Just as she finished her sentence, the sound of a car engine hummed outside the door. At first, Rose didn't think much of it, but when she saw the tall figure at the door, she was taken aback.

It was winter and the days were short. The outside was pitch dark, but the man in the black suit standing under the bright lights seemed to have an overpowering presence. His face always seemed expressionless; at least Rose found it hard to see anything beyond indifference.

She noticed his gaze land on her for a moment as he entered, but it was so brief that it made her feel like everything was just her wishful illusion.

Grandma Megan's face turned cold at the sight of him, "Finally decided to show up? Could you give me your schedule? So that when I'm on my deathbed, I can wait until you have time to come back and see me off?"