The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1805

“What on earth did he eat tonight? His stomach’s churning out acid like a soda fountain.”

The doctor’s expression was a mix of stern and dour, clearly annoyed by the patient’s reckless disregard for his own well-being.

As a doctor, the most common encounters were either with those who didn't follow medical advice or those who created problems for themselves. Not valuing their own health was a big taboo for them as doctors. And every day, there were patients who kept coming back with such issues.

The diagnosis of acute gastritis was enough to make Rose’s blood boil. Given how Morrison reacted to spicy food, she was certain he had a history of stomach issues.

Had he lost his mind tonight? He knew his stomach was a ticking time bomb, that he couldn’t handle spicy food, and yet he’d gone and done it anyway.

All because of Winston’s offhand comment that he couldn’t take the heat?d2

To her, such willful ignorance was nothing short of idiocy. Why would someone as sharp as Morrison make such a boneheaded mistake?

“He… well, the dish I made tonight was a bit on the spicy side.”

The doctor pursed his lips, his face tightening. “Watch it next time. A few more episodes like this, and it might be too late for a hospital run.”

Rose bit her lip and nodded, voice a low murmur, “Understood, it won’t happen again.”

The doctor retreated back into the examination room.

The doctor’s words did suggest Morrison would pull through without serious consequences this time, which allowed Rose to breathe a sigh of relief before she settled on the hallway bench to wait for him to emerge.

She covered her face with her hands, still shaken by the sight of his agony.

Thank God it was nothing serious. The sheer panic of the situation had been overwhelming. If something had happened to Morrison, she didn’t know what she would’ve done.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. Rose sprang to her feet and approached.

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In the hospital room, Morrison, after taking anesthesia for the examination, still hadn't woken up.

"In the next two days, no solid food is allowed, but he can have some easily digestible liquid food. Pay attention to stomach maintenance in the future—anything that is gentle on the stomach is fine. Also,..."

The doctor snapped his clipboard shut and furrowed his brows at Rose. “It wasn’t just the spicy food that did a number on his stomach. From what we found, it seems like he’s had a whole smorgasbord of issues. Based on what he ate tonight, it shouldn’t have been this bad. Your culinary skills… Have you ever cooked before?”

If it really was her cooking, then questioning her skills was an understatement – it would’ve been more appropriate to ask if she knew how to cook at all. Landing someone in the hospital took some doing.

Rose shook her head, “No, I had guests over tonight, and none of us had any issues.”

The doctor glanced at her. “Are you guys trying to kill him?”

Rose’s mouth twitched, “Of course not.”

“Well, that’s odd. Anyway, let’s chalk it up to a learning experience. Make sure you’re more careful in the future.”

Rose nodded vigorously. “Yes, there won’t be a next time.”

The doctor gave her a detailed rundown of do’s and don’ts before leaving, sizing her up one more time before adding, “Can you manage on your own? Shouldn’t we notify his next of kin?”

Rose shook her head, “No need, I can handle it.”

After the doctor left, Rose returned to the hospital room, looking at the man on the bed who still hadn’t awakened. She stood there for a moment before finding a chair to sit beside him.

Gone was his usual combative demeanor, and his typically sarcastic words. He lay there, breaths even, lips slightly parted, handsome features relaxed and expressionless.

Such a face, how could it be so handsome? If only his personality wasn’t so off-putting.

She gently laid her hand on his brow, trailing it softly. “This face… it’s dangerous.”

If she hadn’t fallen for those looks, and thus him, she wouldn’t be breaking her own rules like this.

It just wasn’t like her.

Some things, like now, were better off being appreciated at face value, because it was simpler that way, more satisfying and joyful.

Withdrawing her hand, she placed it on her stomach.

In the silence of the hospital room, their breathing was the only sound. Rose sat there, gazing at Morrison’s face, lost in thought.

Time passed, and as sleepiness crept up on her, she yawned and stood, intending to rest on the nearby couch. But her hand was suddenly gripped tight.

She trembled and looked down to see Morrison’s eyes slowly opening, his grip firm on her. “You… when did you wake up?”

Morrison’s eyelids were heavy, the sedatives still in his system. He vaguely remembered being wheeled into the room, but he had been too groggy to open his eyes.

He knew Rose had been sitting by his side, and as she began to leave, he instinctively reached out to hold her. He didn’t answer her question but instead asked, “Where are you going?”

“I’m tired. I was going to rest on the couch for a bit.”

Morrison pursed his lips and shifted slightly. After a moment, he lifted the covers and patted the empty space beside him, his voice weak. “Come here.”

Rose hesitated, “You’re still sick. Wouldn’t it be better for you to rest alone...”

“Hurry up.”

Morrison pulled at her hand with impatience.

With a blush creeping across her face, Rose glanced at the offered space and withdrew her hand.

Morrison watched her with a frown, his pale face marked with displeasure, but Rose simply took off her jacket and draped it over the chair. Then she approached the bed.

Morrison’s expression softened as he realized she was still wearing the same home wear, too rattled earlier to change.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her legs onto it, and slowly lay down. The VIP hospital bed was spacious and comfortable, and Morrison hadn’t left much room. As she lay down, she was right in the perfect spot. Her body stiff, she lay flat, her face turned to the side, unsure where to look.

Just as she pulled the covers over herself, Morrison moved closer. His arms wrapped around her, his presence engulfing her, his warm breath cascaded over the skin of her neck.

Rose was caught off guard, her breath suddenly seizing as her body tensed.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” his muffled voice emanated from the nape of her neck, his breath scorching upon her skin.

Rose’s mind briefly short-circuited. “What?”

A prolonged silence ensued before he asked, “Why do you care about me so much?”

Her eyes flickered, “Because you’re my…”

“I don’t want to hear that it’s because I’m your son’s father, or any of that. Tell me something else.”