The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1808

Rose filled Morrison's bowl with fresh soup, and ditched the leftover fried rice. She quickly whipped up a couple of sandwiches, one for each of them, and settled down to join him for breakfast.

Morrison kept sneaking peeks at the sandwich in Rose's hands, taking a sip of his soup after each longing glance. His desire for the sandwich was plain as day.

With a chuckle, Rose held out her sandwich towards him. "Want a bite?"

Morrison's eyebrows shot up, his hand almost reaching for the sandwich, but Rose teasingly pulled it back. "Where's your self-control, huh? You'd just eat it if I gave it to you?"

Grinding his teeth, Morrison shot back, "Are you playing me?"

Rose giggled behind her hand. "I'm testing your willpower. You know full well your stomach's too weak for this stuff right now, and yet you're still tempted?"d2

Morrison's handsome face turned icy. "Just you wait."

Rose didn't reply, just took an exaggeratedly satisfying bite of her sandwich. "Mmm, delicious."

Morrison could only grit his teeth in frustration.

After finishing one sandwich and her bowl of oatmeal, Rose hesitated over the second sandwich. Despite her craving, she remembered Morrison's earlier advice about not overeating for the baby's sake, so she reluctantly set it aside.

Looking up at Morrison, who was still slowly eating his soup, she frowned. "What’s with the slow pace this morning?" Her tone took a sharp turn.

Morrison glared at her. "My stomach hurts. You want me to guzzle it down?"

Rose pursed her lips. He really couldn’t learn to talk nicely.

Once Morrison finished his oatmeal, Rose wheeled him upstairs for his medication and IV fluids.

After settling him in, Morrison suddenly spoke up, "Just let her handle the dressing changes. You can go ahead if you have things to do."

He couldn't stand the sight of the doctor who had interrupted their private time.

The doctor was all too eager to leave, quickly instructing Rose on how to change the IV fluids herself. It was simple enough: switch the tubes between the bottles as needed, no need to adjust the flow rate, and remove the needle parallel to the skin when done.

Rose reluctantly agreed, despite preferring a professional's presence. But Morrison insisted, and it was just a dressing change and IV – surely it wouldn't be too risky.

After sending the doctor away, Rose didn't go back upstairs. Instead, she busied herself in the kitchen and finally brought up a fruit platter to the bedroom. She settled in a chair by the vanity, flicking through her phone and munching on fruit as the crisp sound filled the room.

Online rumors swirled about Morrison's emergency hospital visit in the middle of the night. Rose frowned at the media's obsession with such a mundane event. Was it because Chloe was out of the spotlight, leaving them desperate for news?

The internet was abuzz with speculation about their relationship, with wild theories ranging from domestic violence to calculated revenge. Some comments were downright nasty, but Rose shrugged them off with the resilience she'd learned from Chloe.

"What's so funny?" Morrison asked with a cold stare, clearly annoyed by her enjoyment of the fruit in his presence.

Chewing on an apple slice, Rose replied, "Which would you prefer, being chopped or poisoned?"

Morrison took a deep breath. "Shut up, or I might just strangle you right now."

The room fell silent again, save for the sound of fruit being eaten and the occasional swallow.

The sight of Rose enjoying her fruit was almost too much for Morrison, who had only had bland soup for breakfast.

"Is it sweet?" he finally asked.

Rose looked at him and smiled slyly. "You want some?"

He squinted at her. "Come here, let me have a taste."

"No, it's cold."

"I'm bored. Come talk to me."

"We can talk right now. I'm not stopping you."

"Rose, are you being disobedient again?"

Rose sighed, then Morrison patted the space beside him on the bed. "Come on, eat over here. It's warmer."

She hesitated before finally giving in and joining him on the bed.

Morrison seemed pleased, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. "Eat," he said, watching her intently.

Rose took a bite of apple, staring at him. Without warning, Morrison popped a grape into her mouth. The fruit burst with sweet and tangy juice, its aroma filling her senses.

"Good?" he asked.

She nodded.

His gaze dropped to the fruit platter. "Let me try."

Rose quickly moved the platter away. "You can't eat this now."

Morrison frowned. "I won't swallow it."

After a moment's hesitation, Rose firmly shook her head. "No, it's too cold."

Morrison clenched his jaw in irritation. "Cruel woman."

Rose stifled a giggle with her hand, "Can't handle a day, huh? You've got a whole week ahead to survive."

His face soured. "And who do you think is to blame for this?"

She took another bite of her apple, smirking. "Clearly, you're the architect of your own misery."