The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1788

Everything in the house bore the signature of her solitary life. If not for that dog, there would be no traces of him. He wondered if the villa was destined to be her solitary sanctuary.

From the slippers, toiletries, to the silverware...

As for why he remembered a plate so clearly? He had no choice. All the items in this house were prepared by her, everything was in pairs. Same style, same brand, and same pattern. The only way to distinguish between hers and his was through the color or some small details.

She had just served her meal on a plate sporting the same pattern as his. His was a deep navy while hers was a soft pastel pink.

At first glance, he scoffed at these details. However, the visual imprint was so profound that the sudden absence of his half was glaringly obvious.

Rose, however, hadn’t thought much about it. She was infuriated at the time, so she discarded everything. She never expected his abrupt return.d2

As she slowly bit into her morning sandwich, she glanced at Morrison’s empty plate. After a few seconds, she finally said, “Your plate. I accidentally chipped it.”

“A convenient excuse.” Morrison shot her a cold glance, sarcastically cutting her off.

Rose paused, her expression turning sour.

“It seems you’ve been living comfortably on your own. I'm sorry to have disrupted that.”

Rose placed her fork and knife down and stood up, leaning against the table. Across the dinner table, she looked at him with a calm and indifferent gaze.

“I did throw away your things. Seeing them reminded me of how pitiful and ridiculous I am. You have your persistence, pride, and stubborn thoughts. You think marrying me ruined your life. That’s your perception, and others might say the same, but I can’t feel the same way. If I deny myself, I wouldn’t just be betraying myself, but also the baby I’m carrying.

“Morrison, do you think I married you because I am pregnant, and I just want to bind you to this life? I put my life on the line too.

“You feel angry and wronged because your things were discarded. But have you ever thought about how I feel? Every time I return home, I see your things everywhere. And what about the months you left me alone in this house without a word? What were you thinking? How much space do I occupy in your heart or your plans?”

Rose clenched the edge of the table, suppressing the flood of sorrow welling up within her, and said calmly, “Morrison, I didn’t marry you to be humiliated like this.”

Morrison remained silent for a long time, just staring at her. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. “I gave you a choice. You insisted on keeping the baby and marrying into the Witt family. You knew what kind of marriage you were getting into. Now you tell me how pitiful and wronged you feel. Rose, do you have the right to say these things? Who do you think brought us to this point?”

“It was me.” Rose closed her eyes and let out a bitter smile, her heart feeling sour.

Morrison’s heart inexplicably tightened at her admission. When she opened her eyes, ready to say something else, he turned and left. “If you know, then it’s enough. If you have self-esteem and dignity, don’t play the victim in front of me. Don’t hold onto any high hopes. The one thing I won’t do is to fulfill someone else's desires.”

With that, the door to the villa opened and closed. The grand house fell into deathly silence once more.

Fulfilling others’ desires... So he knew about her feelings and expectations for him, but he wouldn’t be with her because being with her would mean fulfilling her desires?

Rose stood still for a long time before sitting down, picking up her fork and knife, and continuing her unfinished breakfast.

What else could she do?

Running after him to apologize and ask him not to leave? Begging him for a chance to give them a try?

Her dignity wouldn’t allow her to do that. She had been disappointed from the start and had grown accustomed to it. Now, all she could do was face the disappointment calmly.

His words today brutally tempted her to utter the words of surrender. She was on the brink of giving up, but Morrison didn’t give her the chance. After that fleeting moment when she didn’t say it, she couldn’t bear to say it anymore.

Since graduation, they had been living in separate cities with no intersection in their careers.

If it weren’t for the baby, she wouldn’t have made the determined decision to marry him. She wanted to fight for her love, and to avoid any regrets in her life. Now that they were finally together, she couldn’t possibly give up so easily.

Once she said it, she and Morrison would be over. Completely over, with no intersection in their lives, worse than strangers. How could she bear it?

She finished the rest of her sandwich, mixed with bitterness. Rose composed herself, stood up, and cleared away the untouched breakfast plate that belonged to Morrison.

Possessiveness wasn't exclusive to men. She would wait a bit longer.

At the very least, she was his wife.

At the very least, Mrs. Witt couldn't be anyone else.

She went upstairs to tidy the rooms, also cleaning the guest room where Morrison spent the previous night.

His homewear was still tossed on the bed; the bedding was in disarray. And on the floor beside the bed, there was also a pile of bags from brand-name clothing.

She paused, and walked over to take a look. They were all suits, homewear, and even underwear in his size. Clearly, he planned to stay.

Rose’s heart fluttered for a moment, but she quickly laughed bitterly. Obviously, after the recent argument between them, these things of his were once again reduced to mere decorations.

Still, she took out the clothes and placed them in the wardrobe one by one. After tidying up, it was past nine. She prepared food and water for the retriever, grabbed her car keys, and headed to the office.

She couldn’t stop her own life for Morrison. At least, in an uncertain future, she could promise her son a certain one.

For her son's sake, she resolved, "Stay strong, Rose."

She lingered in the parking lot for a long time, gently rubbing her pregnant belly, silently encouraging herself before flashing a smile and stepping out of the car.

In public, she always maintained a vibrant, high-spirited image. Her simple, professional outfit paired with black flats made her look formidable even with her noticeable baby bump.

Thankfully, she had this company, a place where she could escape her personal woes.

Morrison didn't come home that night, or for several nights following. Her life, however, remained meticulously organized.

With little Moon keeping her company, her life seemed to have improved significantly.

While her employees were initially nosy about her personal life, they soon got used to it and eventually forgot about it.

In fact, everyone seemed to forget about her. They forgot that she was the young lady of the Witt family in R City, and they forgot about her sham marriage.

Her encounter with Morrison a few days ago was unlikely to be remembered by anyone. Both of them were living separate lives, as if nothing had happened.

Rose could somewhat understand why Chloe managed to stay composed throughout her pregnancy, despite countless ups and downs.