The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1787

As soon as she finished speaking, something in the blanket began to squirm, and it was definitely not Rose's hand. Rose's expression subtly changed, holding her golden retriever puppy a bit tighter.

"Mmm. woof woof." A sound of discontent came from the blanket.

Morrison's expression changed, his eyes suddenly darkening, as cold as ice. Grabbing the blanket, he flung it open with force.

"Ah!" Rose gasped. Morrison's strength was too much; even the blanket covering her was flung off. She kept her eyes shut, the golden retriever puppy broke free from her arms, breathing in fresh air, happily spinning around the bed.

Morrison was taken aback when he spotted the creature that had suddenly appeared. Regaining his senses, he stood there watching the little thing, his face so gloomy as if a storm was approaching.

He must be crazy. For such a small creature, he had actually suspected Rose cheated on himd2

After a brief moment of excitement, little Moon noticed the third person in the room. It immediately stood on the bed, baring its teeth at Morrison and barked incessantly.

It looked extremely "aggressive".

Morrison took a deep breath, reached out and picked it up by its scruff.

"Woof woof woof."

"Mmm mmm."

"Woof woof woof."

At first, Moon was still quite "aggressive", but after struggling for a while with no results, it could only whimper pitifully at Rose.

Rose sat up from the bed, "You... let it go." She had thought that Moon would be happy with her, but who would have thought that in less than two days, its life would be in danger.

Morrison stared at her coldly, "You don't like to sleep with people, but you like to sleep with animals?"

Rose's face gradually cooled, "Yes, I indeed prefer to sleep with animals."

"I didn't know you had this peculiar preference." He said, holding the golden retriever, and directly threw it out of the bedroom.

The puppy yelped, darting to one side.

Rose quickly got off the bed to check on it, but the door was closed heavily. Morrison, filled with anger, grabbed Rose's wrist.

She struggled, "Let me go."

Morrison held her tight, preventing her from flailing, "Are you sure you want to keep fussing over an animal with me?"

At his words, Rose looked up, her eyes red, making Morrison pause.

"An animal?" She was furious. Moon's presence made her feel less lonely for the first time in the nearly hundred days since she arrived here.

He just suddenly came back today, yet he wanted to immediately deny the significance of Moon's existence, on what grounds?

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the emotions welling up. She looked straight at Morrison, and said calmly, "Morrison, I just brought Moon home yesterday. Do you know how I felt when I walked in the door today?"

Rose's eyes trembled, the defiance in her eyes didn't include tears, but her eyes were burning.m"I open the door, and it pounces on me, jumping and barking. Do you know how happy I was?"

She abruptly pulled back her hand, looked at Morrison, and gave a bitter, sarcastic laugh. "It rushed to greet me when I came home, making me feel that this house is finally not just occupied by me alone."

Her reddened eyes made Morrison stop in his tracks.

"You said I'm causing a fuss over an animal with you? Morrison, ask yourself, do you have any right to compare yourself with it?"

Morrison's eyes suddenly narrowed, "Rose."

"I'm sorry." Morrison's gloomy voice was interrupted by Rose's clear voice. "I admit I was wrong to say that, and I am sorry. I'm not in a good mood right now, but I don't want to get angry. Morrison, you're right, this is indeed your home too, you can come and go whenever you like. But tonight, could you please go out, at least, not appear in this room."

Morrison squinted at her in silence, but she opened the door and walked out ahead of him. "Moon? Moon!" Her calling voice echoed in the hallway, worried yet gentle.

Rose finally found the golden retriever in the dog house on the downstairs balcony, whimpering pitifully. Her face was full of heartache, as she bent down and held it in her arms. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere, hmm?"

She checked Moon while asking softly. Moon whimpered lightly and buried its head in her arms. Rose stroked its head, "I'm sorry."

She held it up and stood up. By the time she walked to the living room, Morrison had already dressed neatly and came down from upstairs. Her eyes trembled, and she stood in place.

Morrison didn't hesitate and walked straight out the door. The door closed heavily; the echo seemed to last for a long time. It made the entire house seem even emptier.

She scratched the golden retriever's head and managed a bitter smile. "In the past, I always hoped he would come back at any moment. Today, when he finally came back, I ended up driving him away in anger."

"Woof..."

"I guess this time, he probably won't come back again."

Rose smiled softly and walked upstairs with the dog.

...

Unless there were important meetings, Rose wouldn’t force herself to get up early. She went to bed late after the night's commotion. She was sleeping soundly but was awakened by Moon's incessant barking.

Reluctantly getting up from the bed and going downstairs, she found Moon next to the coffee table, its neck raised, barking happily at the man in the center of the living room. That tall figure, even without seeing his face, she knew who it was.

She was surprised to see Morrison.

Little Moon scampered toward her with its four small paws. Perhaps feeling there was support, its barking seemed to grow louder.

Morrison turned around, his expression... Well, Rose had never seen him looking pleased around her.

He was wearing a gray home outfit, his hair slightly disheveled. At the moment, he held a toothbrush missing some bristles in one hand and a slipper in the other. He looked at her coldly. "Is this what you call expired?"

Rose bit her lip, "I gave it to Moon because it was past its due date."

"Humph." Morrison snorted, slowly closing the distance between them, "It just arrived in this house two days ago, and the things are in such a state. Obviously, it didn't happen just today. Rose, don't you think the timing of their expiration is quite coincidental?"

His approach made Rose instinctively feel threatened, and she took a few steps back. Morrison's gaze flicked over her shoulder, then he reached out and pulled her into his arms, without a hint of gentleness. She held her breath, her hands braced against his firm chest, her heart pounding.