The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1795

Both of them were drawn in by its movements, turning their gaze towards it simultaneously.

"Moon, don't ruin it."

Those were all Morrison's belongings. If something got damaged, she'd have to go out in the middle of the night to replace it. And she was in no mood for such hassles.

As she reached for the bag, the small pup playfully engaged in a game of tug-of-war with her. Rose was caught off guard by Moon's strength and the thin bag was torn into two halves in an instant. The contents scattered across the bed in a clutter. Rose paused for a moment, trying to gather the items, but her hand froze mid-air as she took a closer look at what was in front of her. Her face flushed bright red, fingers curling in embarrassment.

She felt a familiar presence beside her. It was Morrison, his hand already picking up one of the boxes from the bed. After a few seconds, his face went through a similar transformation, matching Rose's embarrassment.

The two of them were alone in the room, surrounded by items that were hard to ignore. Rose's heart pounded in her chest, her face burning hot. Morrison glanced at her, seeing her blush spread down her neck. He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her delicate, slender neck and prominent collarbones.d2

Feeling his intense gaze, Rose's heart began to race. She suddenly got up, picking up a bag from the side.

"I'll go downstairs and put these away," she said, her head lowered as she walked past him. His eyes followed her, taking in the faint scent of her perfume left behind.

Left alone, Morrison glanced at the bed and a subtle grimace appeared at the corner of his mouth. He'd practically taken everything from the shelves at the store - different brands and designs. Now, there were more than a dozen boxes scattered around.

He remembered the cashier's words. Something about moderation in the early stages of pregnancy. He frowned, picking up an empty bag to gather the items from the bed. Then he sat on the bed, fiddling with his phone for a while.

Rose, downstairs, had arranged the newly bought cups, dishes, and slippers. She sat at the dining table, sipping a cup of warmed milk. She delayed going upstairs, unsure of how to face Morrison.

Why did he buy so many of those items? What was he planning to do with them?

She took another sip of her milk, her face burning hotter.

It took her almost half an hour to gather her courage and head back upstairs. On entering the room, she found it empty. The items on the bed had been cleared, and the bathroom was quiet.

She breathed a sigh of relief on the spot. She really couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be if it really came to... that.

But deep in her heart, there was still a little bit of indescribable loss.

Morrison might have gone to rest in the next room, so she sighed quietly, walked to the bed, took off her clothes, changed into a nightgown, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

She checked the time on her phone - it was almost eleven. She missed having Moon by her side, and she checked the side of the bed but there was no sign of the little pup.

She had just settled down when she heard the door creak open. Her heart pounded in her chest, her sleepiness instantly replaced by anxiety.

Morrison walked in, dressed in his pajamas. He stood on his side of the bed for a moment before sliding under the covers. Rose's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing.

"Why are you burying yourself under the covers?" Morrison's voice broke the silence.

Rose opened her eyes, failing to pretend she was asleep. "You..." she began, her voice shaky. "Why aren't you in the next room."

Morrison frowned. "How many times do I have to tell you that this is my room too."

Rose nodded. "I know, but are you sure you want to sleep here?"

Morrison's voice was cold. "This is my bed too."

Rose paused. This was only the second time in her life that she was sharing a bed with Morrison. Despite being a legally married couple, they had never lived like one. The only time they had spent a night under the same roof, they had slept in separate rooms.

Unfamiliarity, nervousness, and insecurity filled her as she shared her bed with Morrison.

She was used to living alone by herself. From not being married to being married, it was just a change of residence for her. But after Morrison suddenly barged into her life, she was totally unprepared and it completely disrupted her rhythm.

After a long hesitation, she finally sat up slowly.

"So I..."

"Rose, I don't want to argue with you right now, but if you can't settle down, you'll be sleeping in the yard."

What was she doing wrong?

"Lie down." The man ordered again.

Rose took a deep breath, comforting herself that she was now Morrison's wife. Sleeping in the same bed with him was nothing more than a matter of course.

In the end, she lay down, but quickly found the remote and turned off the lights in the room.

The room suddenly darkened, with only a dim night light next to her. It was a small night light she prepared to prevent herself from bumping into something when she went to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Without the bright lights, her tension eased a lot in the dimness.

There was silence for a long time, and just as Rose's suspended heart was about to settle, she heard Morrison's slightly hoarse voice suddenly ring again.

"Move a bit this way."

Rose startled, but didn't move.

"Move any further and you'll fall off the bed."

"......can you... not... speak so suddenly. It's scary."

Rose spoke, reaching out to feel the edge of the bed. She was indeed about to fall off. If she turned over while sleeping, there was no doubt she would fall off the bed.

She was a bit frightened, and after weighing the pros and cons, she moved towards the middle of the bed.

Morrison only grunted at her suggestion, "Weren't you always bold? Now even a breath can scare you?"

Rose tightened the covers, "I am just a little not used to it."