The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1802

"Do you understand the concept of theory before practice?" Rose shot back with a fire in her eyes.

Morrison furrowed his brow, "What did you say?"

"I said you've got to hold on tight to me, okay?"

Was her reputation as a scaredy-cat for nothing?

Here she was, pregnant and vulnerable, how could she possibly match up to Morrison, a man in the prime of his strength?

In the end, it would be both of them who'd suffer. Nobody would get the upper hand.d2

Rose sighed, with a hint of melancholy in her voice.

"What's with the sigh? Lift your legs already."

Rose glanced at him, "You sure I'll be okay?"

"Quit dilly-dallying or find someone else to teach you."

"Hey, hey, don't be like that. I need time to ease into it."

Even if she couldn't taste the fruit, at least she could feast her eyes on it. If she learned with someone else, she'd lose even that little joy.

This stud was right there, and sometimes you just had to play it cool.

Rose was determined like he was the only man for the job; Morrison grimaced.

This pervert.

They messed around for a while, then got down to some serious learning. After over an hour, considering Rose's condition, Morrison didn't want her in the water too long and finally fished her out.

Just as Rose was starting to grasp it, Morrison picked her up and carried her out of the swimming pool.

"What's wrong?"

"We're done here, time to head home."

"Why? I was just starting to get it."

Morrison glanced down at her, "Because you’re a slow learner and you’ve exhausted all my patience for today."

Rose thought to herself: "Your patience sure runs out fast."

He sat her down on a chair and wrapped her in a fresh bathrobe, covering her from head to toe, not even leaving her eyes exposed.

After a bit of struggle to breathe, she was scooped up again. The sudden lift made her instinctively reach for Morrison's neck, but the bathrobe was too snug, trapping her arms.

In a panic, her hands clawed at his body, aiming to grab something, anything. But she caught nothing and heard Morrison gasp sharply.

She immediately spread her fingers, seeing the clear scratch marks on his skin. Rose grimaced, apologizing as she gently blew on the marks, trying to soothe them. This series of actions sent a shiver down Morrison's spine.

"Stop touching."

His low growl startled her, and she promptly withdrew her hands, curling up quietly in his embrace. "Where are you taking me?"

Morrison didn't reply, just kept walking.

Rose blinked and eventually couldn't hold back, "You know, you don't have to carry me. I can walk on my own."

Morrison pressed his lips together, his stride faltering ever so slightly. "My arms are cramping. Need to exercise with some weight."

He was definitely out of his mind.

Through the gaps in the bathrobe, Rose's eyes latched onto Morrison's physique—bronzed and sculpted, muscles rippling with movement.

Her lips twitched in appreciation. So tempting.

If only she hadn’t drunk herself unconscious that night at the school reunion.

Thinking back, Rose's face burned with a blush.

Unaware of the illicit admiration from the woman in his arms, Morrison soon set her down and pulled off the bathrobe. Rose realized they were in the bathroom.

She looked up at Morrison, who was smirking down at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Take off your clothes."

Rose pursed her lips, gave him a narrow-eyed smile, and turned to walk away.

Absolutely not!

She had been bold in the pool because it was a public place, and she had her pregnancy as a shield. Plus, it was just a moment of recklessness, a break from her usual timidity. But now, sobered up, the thought of stripping naked in front of him and having a shower together?

Not a chance! Even if she was interested in a man, she had her standards.

Her face, neck, and ears were a flush of red, but Morrison wouldn't give her the chance to escape.

"Running away? Time for a shower."

She struggled, refusing to look at him, "There's a shower in the changing room."

"This is more convenient."

"I... my clothes aren't here."

He closed in on her, his voice deep and slow, "You can wear the bathrobe downstairs later."

Rose blinked rapidly, her mind racing with a stampede of emotions.

Don't stand so close. Don't sound so alluring. Who could resist this?

"You can shower here, I'll... I can go next door."

"That won't do. What if you slip?"

Damn... The usually poised and refined Rose inwardly cursed.

Morrison was really not himself today. Knowing she couldn't resist him, was he trying to seduce her with all his might?

Swallowing hard, she managed to say, "Morrison, don't push it."

Silence hung in the air for a few seconds before a low chuckle came from above her head.

Rose nodded slightly, her expression conflicted. "You know you're handsome. Today you've been too much. You felt it in the pool. I don’t know what I might do," she said cautiously.

But then Morrison's strong arm snaked around her waist, his fingers squeezing gently.

Rose's eyelids flickered, and she looked up at him.

Morrison raised an eyebrow, nodding.

Rose stared at him for a long moment before turning away, muttering a soft "Damn."