The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1786

Rose was always wary of Morrison's temper, fearing he would storm off at any moment. Instead, he just sat there, stone-faced, and resumed eating with his fork.

After dinner, Megan called Morrison into her study, her face icy. Rose helped the servants with a simple cleanup and was respectfully escorted out by them.

In the living room, she glanced at the clock and turned to Molly lounging on the couch. "It's getting late. I should be going."

Molly, as the lady of the wealthy family, had a gentle temperament and elegant manners. She never put on airs or spoke harshly. Upon hearing Rose's departure, she softly said, "Won't you wait for Morrison?"

Rose hesitated, leaving with Morrison? Perhaps she was too accustomed to her solitary life. She had never considered going anywhere with Morrison. Deep down, she knew that Morrison wasn't interested either.

She picked up her purse with a light smile, "No, we each drove our own cars. He may have other things to do later."d2

Molly got up, with a hint of apology in her eyes. As a woman herself, she had seen the nasty rumors online. But at the end of the day, it was always the women who suffered. If not for her good-for-nothing son, Rose wouldn't have to bear all this.

Yet Morrison was stubborn. No matter what she said, it seemed to have no effect on him.

"Rose, sometimes men can be a bit slow in matters of the heart. He's still young, and there are things he needs to experience and understand bit by bit. I know it's hard for you, but be patient. Maybe when the baby comes, he'll settle down."

Rose could hear Molly's remorse, "Thank you for telling me these. I understand."

Molly nodded, and Rose smiled, "I'll be going now."

"Drive carefully."

"Will do."

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Being scolded by Megan was nothing new to Morrison. The two of them descended the stairs with gloomy expressions.

"Where's Rose?" Megan scanned the living room.

"She's already left," replied Molly.

Morrison's dark eyes flickered, his brows furrowing in displeasure.

Hearing this, Megan scoffed. "See? She doesn't care about him at all, yet he thinks he's a chick magnet."

Morrison's face darkened further, "Don't call me home unless it's necessary." With that, he strode towards the exit.

Watching Morrison leave, Molly sighed in resignation, "Mom, let them handle their problems. Every time you see Morrison, you give him an earful. It might be counterproductive."

Megan sighed, wearing an expression of helplessness. "I know that. But how much patience is a woman expected to have? I fear Morrison will regret his actions one day, or worse, he'll break Rose's heart. Then what?"

Molly fell silent, her face a mask of worry. "But if we meddle too much, Morrison might resent Rose even more."

"Alright, I won't interfere anymore. That boy never listens to me anyway."

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"Moon, little Moon?"

The first thing Rose did when she got home was look for her golden retriever. She hadn't seen the puppy since afternoon, and it had been several hours since then. Left alone in the large villa, the puppy had the run of the place.

As soon as it heard the door, it started barking. When Rose called out, it barked even more excitedly.

Rose saw the small, furball scampering down the stairs, its barks adorable.

While Rose was changing her shoes, it had already run to her feet, happily circling around her.

Usually, she dreaded coming home. Her home with Morrison felt more like a lonely house. Each time she returned, she would be greeted by silence. There were no expectations, and there was no one waiting for her.

But now, with the puppy, she wasn't alone anymore. She picked up the puppy and walked into the living room. She checked its food and water bowls on the balcony; seeing that there was still some left, she knew it hadn't gone hungry. She sighed in relief.

In the middle of the living room, she saw its chew toy and a slipper it had dragged out. She scratched its little head, murmuring, "What have you been doing all alone, huh? Didn't get into any trouble, did you?"

"Woof woof woof."

Rose chuckled, replenishing its food and water before turning away.

The puppy followed her up the stairs, even into the bathroom. Rose shooed it out a few times, but to no avail. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and smirked. "Since you insist on following me, don't regret it later."

Of course, the dog had no idea what she meant. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the puppy's frantic barks.

When they emerged, Rose was in a white bathrobe, cradling a wet, shivering puppy. She placed it on the bathroom counter, grinning at its pitiful state, but she couldn't bear to see it shivering, so she took one of Morrison's towels from the drawer, wrapped the puppy in it, and began to dry it off.

"Woof woof woof."

"There, there, don't be upset. You'll be fine in a bit, be good."

After drying it off, she hung the towel and took out a hairdryer. She also found a small comb and started to dry its fur. The warm air was comforting, and the puppy lay obediently on the counter.

After grooming the puppy, Rose left it outside the bathroom. By the time she had dried her hair and came out, it was already curled up on the bed, grooming itself.

Raising an eyebrow, she changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. The puppy stopped grooming and snuggled up to her, resting against her arm.

Rose was touched. She ran her hand through its soft fur, with a smile on her face. "So you're sleeping with me again tonight?"

"Woof woof woof."

"Alright, since we already slept together last night, sleeping together again won't make a difference."

The golden retriever, in a lazy posture, suddenly perked up and barked twice towards the direction of the door.

Rose held him closer, lifting the blanket to cover him. "Quiet now, time for bed."

The golden retriever squirmed but couldn't overcome Rose's strength and whimpered, which she promptly ignored.

Rose's abrupt departure stirred a sense of irritation in Morrison. After leaving the mansion, he pulled over the car halfway, lit a cigarette, and was silent for a while alone.