The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1791

Rose's breath hitched, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over her. She leaned heavily against the door of a parked car nearby, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears.

Was it heartbreak or anger?

“Morrison, you're despicable!”

Another man's child?

Did he even have a clue how relieved she was when she found out the next day that it was his baby?

She couldn't even bear to think about what she would've done if it was someone else's. She couldn't even allow herself to entertain the thought.d2

And yet, he uttered those words so effortlessly.

Whose else could it be?

No, he had no idea. He couldn't possibly know. He knew nothing.

Morrison watched as she stumbled against the car, his gaze narrowing. He reached out to steady her, gripping her arm. “What's the matter?”

Rose swatted his hand away, growling, “Don't touch me!”

Morrison paused, his hand hovering in mid-air. Rose looked up at him, her eyes filled with despair and sadness. “Don't touch me… Don't touch me…” She repeated the words, her tone a mix of rejection, helplessness, and pleading.

Noticing the reporters starting to gather, Rose felt her brain buzzing, unable to think straight. She glanced around before pushing herself away from the car, clumsily searching for her purse.

Despite her volatile state, Morrison reached out and grabbed her arm again. “Rose!”

Rose finally found her car keys, and she clenched Morrison's hand that was holding her wrist.

Morrison could clearly feel the coldness seeping from her hand, the trembling strength as she tried to pry his fingers off. He was strong, but she was persistent. A clear mark appeared on her wrist, fading from white to red. He immediately let go.

Rose quickly pulled her hand back and tried to walk around the car, intending to drive off on her own.

Witnessing her panicked and disoriented state, Morrison's face darkened. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and snatched the keys away from her. Moving quickly, he opened the car door, scooped up Rose, and forcefully put her in the passenger seat, slamming the door shut.

Winston, who was nearby, frowned at the scene unfolding before him. Morrison quickly got into the driver's seat, buckled Rose up and drove off.

Recognizing the futility of her struggle, Rose eventually quieted down and sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hands resting on her trembling belly. She thought to herself, “Rose, don't worry, don't be upset, and don't be sad. Your priority now is the baby in your belly. Nothing and no one is more important than your baby. He'll be with you in the future, living a smooth life, and marrying Luna... He has so much more to do in his life, so please don't hurt him.”

She used every reason she could think of to convince herself. She just wanted her child. Nothing else mattered.

Gradually, her emotions started to calm down. Watching the pedestrians and cars passing by through the car window, her heart gradually quieted down.

Morrison, noticing her change in mood, loosened his grip on the steering wheel. Only then did he realize how tense he had been.

In the end, he drove her to the hospital. Rose glanced at the hospital sign, her voice void of emotion. “Is this okay? One moment we're the perfect couple in front of the media, the next we're rushing to the hospital. Aren't you worried about what they'll think?”

Morrison’s face remained expressionless. “Get out of the car.”

Rose didn’t move.

Morrison got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and carried Rose out. He kicked the car door shut and carried her into the hospital.

Rose’s eyes flickered. His scent, his close contact, were all things she yearned for.

But now… Was this a case of giving a stick then offering a carrot? But this carrot, to her, was not sweet anymore.

“Put me down. I can walk on my own.”

People around them were looking, their faces filled with envy. Morrison just acted as if he heard nothing.

“Morrison.” Rose spoke again, “To me, nothing is more important than the child in my belly. I do feel unwell, so I will see a doctor. Let me go, I can walk on my own.” Her voice was as flat as ever, a stark contrast to the disoriented and emotional woman she was moments ago.

Seeing her calm demeanor, Morrison felt a sense of unease.

“Morrison.” She called his name again. This time, he did not refuse. He bent down and set her on her feet.

Rose took out her phone from her purse, walked to a corner, and dialed a number. “Hello, Winston.”

Morrison stood by, his gaze following her. After hearing her words, his eyes darkened. His hands that were hidden in his coat pockets clenched into fists.

Rose, however, did not spare him a glance.

“I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. I've sent you the address. You'll have to go back on your own.”

Winston was currently sitting in a car arranged by his assistant. He raised an eyebrow, “Alright, don't worry about me. Are you okay though? The atmosphere seemed a bit off just now.”

“I'm fine, don't worry.”

A shadow fell over her, interrupting her words. She knew who it was without even looking.

“You rest well. I'll hang up now.” She finished her sentence in the same flat tone and hung up.

Looking up, she met the gaze of the man standing above her, his expression far from pleasant. “Can I help you?”

Morrison's face hardened, his cold gaze met by her indifferent eyes. He wanted to say something, but her cold indifference left him speechless.

Seeing that he wasn't going to speak, Rose lowered her gaze, her attention returning to her phone. She started scrolling through her contacts before turning and walking away, leaving Morrison standing alone.

Morrison watched her with a heavy gaze. There were so many moments when he wanted to snatch the phone from her hand and smash it. Yet, he controlled himself.

Just outside the diner, her appearance indeed took him by surprise. She was, after all, pregnant now. He kept persuading himself not to quarrel with Rose, just watching her with a gloomy look.