The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1803

Rose glanced at him perplexingly from the living room before getting into the kitchen with an air of confusion.

Every time Rose finished whipping up a dish, she'd carry it out with pride, and occasionally, Morrison would pop into the kitchen to lend a helping hand.

The guy was acting like the picture-perfect citizen—helpful, kind, and honest to a fault.

But to apply such descriptors to Morrison was like seeing pigs fly. Had Morrison been possessed by some kind of spirit today?

Rose shook her head, utterly clueless about what had gotten into him. She lifted the lid of the stew pot, gave it a stir, and covered it again, then glanced at the casserole beside it.

Winter was all about having that steaming, hearty pot as the main event.d2

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At the moment, Winston was dressed to the nines, but oddly enough, he found himself lounging on the couch, silently watching the muted TV, phone in hand. “I’ve been invited over to Rose's for dinner tonight. I gotta ask, is her cooking any good?”

Chloe, at that moment, was holding a fruit tray and eating fruit. Upon hearing Winston's words, she paused for a moment. “Rose’s cooking herself?”

“Yeah, she assured me it would be a meal to remember. I’m just worried she might poison me.”

Chloe blinked, slightly amused. "I haven't witnessed how amazing her cooking skills are, but I have seen her in the kitchen a few times. Didn't pay much attention, though. There were some cooking classes back in school..."

She paused, biting into an apple with a somewhat bemused expression. Rose nearly blew up the classroom once. As for the edibility of her food, turning every dish into a variety of flavors, including the occasional scorched surprise, was definitely among her skills.

“What happened in the cooking class?!”

Winston's voice took on a darker tone. Chloe swallowed her apple and cleared her throat. “It was fine. Imagine, a girl of her status, how picky could she be? If she says it’s good, how could it be wrong? As for this whole poisoning thing, you’re joking, right?”

“Summers! The more you talk, the less convinced I am.”

Chloe’s features twisted awkwardly. “Then you must be hearing things. Rose’s pregnant now. She has to eat what she cooks, too. There’s no way she’d risk her own and her baby's health just to poison you.”

Winston fell silent for a moment, then grabbed a box from the coffee table and stood up. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll grace her with my presence tonight. Gotta go, I’m heading out.”

“Wait, hold on a sec.”

Chloe called out, and Winston raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

“Well, when you get there, see if Morrison is around. And try to be extra charming with Rose.”

Winston scoffed dismissively as he reached for the door. “Do you know how much I'm worth? You want me to flirt with Rose and give the media something juicy?”

“It’s win-win. It’s not like it’s real. Plus, it’ll stir up some attention, good for your image, right?”

“Like I care about that?”

Chloe pouted. “Even better, then. Look, just give Morrison a little sense of insecurity, okay?”

As Winston strolled past the garden wall, he chuckled at Chloe's words, then fell silent for a few seconds before breaking into laughter.

“My dear Miss Summers, you wouldn't be setting up a string of men in R City, would you?”

Chloe took another bite of her banana, looking up to see a tall, imposing figure descending the staircase. She coughed lightly.

“What are you talking about? Rose is a catch; she’s got plenty of admirers. Why would I need to arrange anything? With your charm and good looks, you’re more than enough. Just make sure James feels the heat. Gotta go.”

Before Winston could respond, she hung up the call.

"Why aren't you obediently staying in the study? What are you doing here, hmm?"

The man’s towering presence matched his deep voice, his forehead touching hers as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her close.

Chloe quickly showed him the fruit plate. “I’m just enjoying some fruit.”

Damon glanced at the plate before sitting beside her on the couch, pulling her onto his lap.

Chloe, guarding her fruit plate, looked down at him from her elevated position.

“Who did you say was handsome and successful?”

Chloe fell silent.

“Hmm?” Damon persisted, offering a slice of banana to her lips.

Chloe bit down, blurting out, “Just Winston. He’s in R City now. I told him to perhaps flirt a little with Rose.”

After swallowing the banana, Chloe gave Damon a grin, her bright teeth gleaming.

Damon’s eyes shifted slightly, a half-smile crossing his face. “Aren’t you afraid it might turn real?”

Chloe blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“What if Winston actually falls for Rose? What then?”

Chloe's expression wavered as she waved her hands dismissively. “Impossible.”

Damon chuckled lightly, "What's impossible? Didn't you say Rose is great? Isn't she worth being liked?"

Chloe's face looked somewhat uncomfortable. Of course Rose was exceptional, and definitely worth being liked by others, but if Winston genuinely invested feelings towards her, he would undoubtedly get hurt.

However, the very next second, Chloe shook her head resolutely, "No, it's impossible. Winston won't fall for Rose. He knows that Rose likes Morrison!"

Damon smiled lightly, offering her an apple. “Love is unpredictable, who knows?”

Chloe suddenly lost her appetite for fruit.

Damon took a bite of the apple himself, then leaned in to kiss her. It was his fault for bringing up such matters.

Chloe resisted, pushing against his shoulders. “Don’t—”

“Good Lord…”

Damon's lips were locked onto Chloe's in a fierce, possessive kiss when Elizabeth's voice suddenly shattered the moment. Chloe's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she pushed him away with unexpected strength.

Just when she feared the intrusion, it happened.

Damon looked up at the staircase with a scowl. Elizabeth stood at the top, hand over her mouth, looking like she couldn't decide whether to stay or flee.

"It is a public space, for heaven's sake."

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Winston ended the call and rang the doorbell of the Rose household.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Morrison. The poor guy had no idea that Rose's so-called good friend was nothing short of a witch, plotting behind his back like this.