The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1798

She reached out and stroked Little Moon's head, "Little one, are you trying to tell me something?"

Moon just continued his assault on the bag, making Rose wonder what Morrison was up to.

Rose couldn’t figure it out, but she had a vague hunch that he probably... felt last night there was no good way to solve it. He was clearly already angry with her, and it wouldn’t suit his style to let things simmer.

This reason, involves the man's character, was a reason she could accept.

With a resigned smile, she got up and ascended the staircase. Neither bedroom was occupied, so she headed to the study. As expected, Morrison was there, engrossed in something on his computer.

She knocked lightly, holding onto the door frame. "Breakfast is ready."d2

Morrison looked up, with a surprised expression on his face. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head playfully.

"Nothing? You look like you've won the lottery or something," Morrison replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Rose asked, her smile growing wider.

"Spill it," Morrison demanded.

"Moon was gnawing at a bag on the sofa. It was full of toiletries - all new. Did you buy them?" Rose said, watching his reaction closely.

"I... I might have. I don't remember," Morrison replied, his tone unconvincing.

"No way. You're too smart to forget something like that. You made me run to the supermarket in the middle of the night while you had already stocked up," Rose said, her tone half accusing, half amused.

Morrison turned to face her, with a dark look in his eyes. "You threw away all my stuff. Isn't it only fair that you replace them? Besides, I didn't even mention the fact that you used my towel for the dog. I think I've been quite tolerant."

"But you had everything you needed. Why did you make me buy more? I could get you more once you run out. What if the ones you have expire?" Rose asked, trying to reason with him.

"I don't care. I wanted them." Morrison snapped, his face a mask of stubbornness.

Rose chuckled, finding his petulant behavior endearing. "You're so childish."

"Who are you calling childish?" Morrison asked, his face darkening.

"No one. I was talking about myself," Rose said, leaning against the wall, unable to contain her laughter.

He slowly approached her, reaching out to poke Rose's belly. "Remember whose baby you're carrying. Do you think a childish man can father a child?"

Rose was taken aback by his words, then she burst out laughing again. "What kind of logic is that?"

Irritated, Morrison rubbed his large hand over her face. "Childish men can't father children."

With that, he walked away, leaving Rose in fits of laughter. After a while, she followed him downstairs.

Morrison came downstairs and saw the little golden retriever still struggling with the bag on the couch. His face darkened slightly, and he took big steps forward, shoving the puppy to the side. What a nuisance. Was it trying to mess with his stuff now?

“Woof woof...”

The golden retriever barked a couple of times, jumping and barking at Morrison. Morrison turned around and walked into the dining room.

On the dining table was a feast of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee.

"Is this breakfast or brunch?" Morrison asked, raising an eyebrow at the spread.

"Breakfast. You said you were hungry, right? Eat up," Rose said, serving him a plate of food.

"You know I can't eat all of this, right?" Morrison remarked, though he couldn't help but appreciate the effort.

Rose just smiled and served him a cup of coffee. "All this food wasn't made only for you. I'm hungry too, you know."

Morrison took a sip of his coffee, then another. It was perfect - just the way he liked it.

"When did you learn to cook all this?" he asked, remembering how Rose had once been a pampered little princess who'd never lifted a finger in the kitchen.

Rose took a bite of her toast and shrugged. "I took some cooking classes. And then, when I had nothing to do at home, I started experimenting."

In fact, she only enrolled in cooking classes after she'd decided to marry Morrison. She intended to learn as much as she could, preparing for the marriage life ahead.

After all, initially, all she wanted was a perfectly normal family life - cooking good meals and waiting for Morrison to come home so they could eat together.

She had to learn, and enjoyed doing so. The effort she put into learning cooking might have been even more than she had put in preparing for her exams. All she hoped for was not to disappoint Morrison, and perhaps even earn his praise.

Yet she never expected that Morrison would give her so much time, only allowing her to display her skills today.

To have this opportunity today, was not easy at all.

After all, the original intention of learning to cook has changed. Instead of cooking for Morrison, she's cooking to feed herself. Now that he suddenly brought it up, she doesn't seem to have any strong emotions about it anymore. Having a skill was always a good thing. Take cooking for instance, not only can it fill your stomach, but it also could be used to kill time.

A furrow formed between Morrison's brows, yet he remained silent. There was something off in his heart, an indescribable feeling. He had a vague hunch about something, feelings that were pent up in his heart, such as guilt and other things, stirred up together, forming a chaotic mix that was lodged within.

At Morrison's silence, Rose merely gave a small smile. As she opened her mouth to take a bite of the bagel in her hand, it was suddenly snatched away.

"Hey..."

Rose lifted her head, following the direction of the bagel to Morrison. She saw him holding the bagel that she had just bitten into, and he took a bite without hesitation.

Rose stared at him, somewhat stunned, "You...I've bitten into that..."

Morrison raised his eyes to look at her, "Your mouth been in the garbage?"

The tiny bit of romance that had just fluttered in Rose's heart was instantly blown away by his words. This man with no sense of romance.

Upon this thought, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. Perhaps his feelings for Mona and for her were completely different.

Rose pursed her lips, deliberately pushing down the thought of Mona. She didn't need to force the thought of another woman between them, especially when they were having a rare moment alone.

"Aren't you disgusted by my saliva on the bagel?"