The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1809

"Who are you calling crazy, you little rascal? Sneaking bites of someone else's food and then having the nerve to insult them? You're the one crazy one to me!"

"Ouch, mom, go easy. Morrison is getting an IV. You want him to bleed out?"

Molly quickly stopped Megan, at a loss for words.

She cast a somewhat resentful glance at Morrison.

"And can you believe it? That little scamp had the audacity to blame sweet Rose for his own mischief. Does he deserve it or what?"

Molly, feeling helpless, nodded in agreement, "He does."d2

Indeed, it was outrageous.

Rose blinked in confusion from the sidelines, her mind struggling to keep up with the unfolding drama.

Wasn't she being blamed a second ago?

Although Megan was fuming, she ultimately refrained from delivering another smack.

"That boy is nothing but trouble from head to toe, completely ruining a fine girl like Rose."

Rose managed a half-smile, secretly enjoying the feeling of having someone backing her up.

Morrison remained silent with a cold expression.

"I'm warning you, if you ever hurt Rose again, just you wait. Even if you don't say a word, I'll make her divorce you."

Morrison stayed mute, his expression suddenly shifting.

"She's carrying your great-grandchild."

Megan snorted, "So? Even if you are divorced, he is still my great-grandchild."

Morrison's face tightened, a look of contained fury spreading across it.

Megan eyed him with a hint of amusement, her eyebrows arching subtly.

Morrison’s expression sure was hard to look at.

Megan cleared her throat, "As beautiful and talented as our Rose is, there are lots of men lining up to woo her."

"Rose, when you're picking a man next time, make sure your eyes are wide open. Don't choose another one like him. Aim for someone taller and handsomer. A woman can lose anything but her pride. Without him, you should be living even better."

Rose glanced at Morrison's sour expression, stifling a laugh, and nodded, "Thanks for the advice, Gran. I'll remember that."

"That's my girl. Don't sell yourself short. With your qualities, the right man is just around the corner."

Morrison's expression was incredibly gloomy at this point.

Was this really his grandmother or some witch sent to torment him?

"You all can leave now."

Megan cast him an icy look and continued talking to Rose, "That actor who was in the news with you the other day, the international award wining actor, Winston, was it? He's quite the catch. Tall, clean-cut, handsome, and with such a presence. If things get tough, you might want to reserve him."

Morrison felt like his lungs were about to explode with irritation.

This was no grandmother of his, but a bona fide hag.

Rose was equally stunned by Megan's words, seriously questioning whether she was truly Morrison's real grandma.

"Gran..."

Rose called out gently, unsure if she could handle Morrison's darkening mood any longer. She hoped his grandmother would show some mercy and stop provoking him.

She was getting a real sense of how much the old woman disliked Morrison.

"Is that actor still in R City?"

Rose hesitated, then nodded, "Yeah." He was practically living next door.

"Well, introduce me. He's such a hunk on screen, I gotta meet him in person. Don't mind my age; I've still got a young heart, and I won't pass up the chance to meet such a good-looking man."

Rose forced a smile, "Sure."

As she spoke, Morrison's dark voice cut through the air, "Rose."

"Yes?"

Morrison glared at her, and she quickly looked elsewhere.

"My IV's done. Get this needle out."

Rose glanced at the IV bag, "There's still one more."

"I said I'm done."

"Morrison." Molly felt concern for her son and naturally disagreed.

Without a word, Rose connected the needle to another bag.

"Rose!"

Rose looked troubled, "Stop fussing. It's almost over."

Morrison pressed his lips together, "Fine, but get them out of here. It's not just my stomach that's hurting now, it's my lungs too. Hurry up!"

Rose's features twisted in discomfort.

How could she possibly ask her elders to leave?

"You little punk! Who do you think you're snubbing?!" Morrison's blunt words were clear to anyone.

Megan, fuming, reached out to grab his ear.

"You think you can just shoo away your own mother and me? Think you're too big for your britches? You don't want the IV? I'll take it out myself."

Megan moved to unhook Morrison's IV with a vengeance, as if she wouldn't be satisfied without puncturing him a hundred more times.

Molly and Rose turned pale at her actions. Molly rushed to restrain the old woman, while Rose hurriedly shielded Morrison's IV arm, terrified she might actually yank it out.

Seeing Rose's protective stance, a flicker of amusement passed through Megan's eyes.

"Don't defend him, Rose. He's not worth it. He just tried to kick out his own mother and me. Can you believe that? Move aside. This has nothing to do with you."

Rose checked Morrison's arm one last time, relieved it was still intact after all the commotion.

Then she turned, trying to defend Morrison, "Gran, you've got it all wrong. He's just ill and in a bad mood. Please, be patient with him."

"Ill or not, it doesn't mean he can lose his mind. Move aside, or you'll get it too."

Megan pushed past Molly and swung her cane at Rose, her words flying as fast as her attacks.

Seeing this, Morrison's dark eyes suddenly turned cold. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to cover Rose's head, shielding her in his embrace.

Megan's lips curled with a mischievous glint, and the walking stick came down hard on Morrison's arm.

The strike carried a weight that was unmistakably intentional.

She had to make it convincing, after all. How else would she outsmart this clever young whippersnapper?

Only by such a ruse could she uncover just how much this rascal truly cared for little Rose.

Rose didn't feel the pain, but the sound of a stick hitting the body made her pause. She quickly got up, only to see Morrison, with the needle in his arm, embracing her, and Megan's cane had fallen on his shoulder.

The commotion had caused blood to backflow into the tubing.

The IV had come loose.

Rose couldn't worry about the possibility of another blow from Granny's cane. She steadied Morrison's arm and, with trembling hands, removed the needle.