The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1801

"Get up."

Rose turned her head to look at him and didn't say anything.

Morrison's brows furrowed. Clueless woman. He took off the robe he was wearing and plopped into the pool in front of Rose.

Rose got splashed with water all over her body. She reached out to touch her face. Just as she was about to give him a piece of her mind, she saw Morrison walking towards her shirtless at that moment, grabbing her ankle.

Afraid that he might pull her into the water all of a sudden, she braced herself with her hands behind her, placing one foot on Morrison's shoulder and pushing him with force. "Don't you dare! I can't swim, you know!"

Morrison glanced at the small foot on his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Are you stepping on me, Rose?"d2

"Just don't pull me in. I'm... I'm pregnant."

His eyes narrowed at her. This woman, always playing the pregnancy card. But he let her foot stay on his shoulder, and began to rotate it gently, massaging her ankle. Surprisingly, it felt soothing.

Rose blinked in confusion, watching him. When he started to circle her foot, she realized he was warming up her muscles for a swim – to prevent cramps and injuries.

She'd been clueless about swimming before, but not anymore. And Morrison, he could still do all these things?

Rose felt touched in her heart. She always knew she had an eye for men. How could the little attentions of the past few days not make a woman's heart flutter? And then there was his face, coupled with that body – he was a siren call to any woman.

"Ah!" Lost in thought, she didn't notice Morrison pulling on her toes until a sharp pain made her cry out.

"Are you so oblivious? You're stiff as a board, and you want to swim?" As he said it, he applied a little more force.

"Ah, Morrison, that hurts."

"Endure it," he said coldly, though his hands eased off a bit. After another round of stretching, Rose stopped complaining and felt more relaxed.

When Morrison finally let go of her foot, Rose couldn't help but wiggle her toes against his skin, a touch that seemed all too familiar now. They were both used to such intimate contact; neither thought much of it.

"Ouch..." Rose shrank back her foot, but only let out a soft cry.

Morrison's actions paused momentarily. Looking up at her, he found her biting her lip, looking hurt as if he had somehow bullied her.

"...Bite the bullet." He tossed her an old phrase, proceeding with his action.

Rose quietly looked at him. She thought she would never forget this scene, even when she was old. She bit her lip, moving her body a bit forward.

"Alright then. Come down." Morrison just then released her, looking up at her.

Rose, leaning against the edge of the swimming pool, timidly slid down a bit into the pool.

Morrison furrowed his brows, his long arm winding around her knees, going past her waist, and directly lifted her into the water.

Rose couldn't swim, so naturally, she clung tightly onto Morrison's neck.

Both were in swimsuits; it left little to the imagination where their bodies touched. Rose could feel the firmness of Morrison's chest, and he, naturally, could feel her as well.

Morrison let go of Rose into the water, but her hands were still tightly clinging onto Morrison's neck.

"Don't let go of me... I'm scared!" Rose warned him out loud, her legs splashing about in the water, immediately hooking around Morrison's legs.

She was like an octopus, clinging onto his body.

Morrison's expression changed a myriad of times, his arms around her waist, not letting go even a bit.

"You gonna learn or what?" he asked, as he watched her delicate features up close.

"So you're my coach today?" she teased.

Morrison’s gaze softened. "You can find someone else if you want."

Her grip tightened instinctively. She could tell he wanted to teach her personally. With him there, why would she need anyone else? Especially now, when she was so moved by him.

"No one else, I want you!"

Morrison stiffened at her words, the proximity of their bodies making it impossible for him to concentrate.

"What did you say?"

"Morrison..."

"What?"

Rose stared into his eyes for a moment before pulling his head down and pressing her lips against his in a bold move.

It was a sudden kiss, but one filled with pent-up longing.

Morrison's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't pull away from the audacious woman in his arms.

Rose wasn't usually bold, but she had longed for this man for too many years – nearly eight. Watching him with other women had been a slow torture, and now, her patience had worn thin.

Her technique might have been terrible, but she still refused to give up, stubbornly barging into Morrison's territory. Morrison let her invade him so recklessly, but in reality, the slightly arched back revealed he was playing along.

His indifference left Rose feeling slightly disappointed. She released one hand, and the soft, cool fingertips gently slid over his shoulder, stopping at his chest. The tender touch made Morrison's body suddenly tense, and his breathing became erratic.

He seized Rose's wandering hand, "Do you even realize what you're doing?"

Rose breathed lightly, her face now flushed red."It's your fault for teasing me all day. You asked for this."