The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1811

"Really? I'm not even allowed a glance now? I've seen more than my fair share in the past, and yet I've never caught a shadow of you."

Morrison's face darkened to a stormy hue. "This is my house, you wretch. Coming in here and trying to seduce my wife, have you no shame?"

Winston scoffed dismissively. "Mr. Morrison, I'd think twice about those accusations if I were you. Maybe take a moment to reflect on your own escapades. Sneaking around behind your wife's back with an old flame at some swanky hotel—what exactly was going through your head then?"

At that, Morrison's complexion took on a sickly pallor, and Rose's expression froze on her face.

Grandma and Molly instantly furrowed their brows.

Grandma's face turned grave as she rose from the couch, demanding, "What is this nonsense? Ex-lovers? Speak up!"d2

Morrison squinted his eyes and, ignoring Grandma, addressed Winston with a chilled tone, "If we're airing dirty laundry, should I bring up those cozy dinners you've been sharing with Rose?"

"Why not?" Winston nodded readily, "I'll admit it, I've got a soft spot for Rose. She was clueless about it until today. She invited me to endorse her product, and when I flew in from P City, she took me out for a welcome dinner. Our relationship, either in the past or in the present, is nothing but transparent. What about you, Mr. Morrison?"

"If it weren't for the blessing of online media, perhaps no one would know that Rose is your lawfully wedded wife, right? All thanks to those online platforms. Your wife, after marrying you, had to endure what rumors and mockery. Are you unable to see it, or do you simply not care at all?"

"If you paid her any attention, maybe she wouldn't have been seen with me at all. Yes, we dined together, but she's not an ex of mine. I didn't take her down memory lane to places we used to eat, and I didn't play the gallant man. I've heard of chivalry, Mr. Morrison, but have you ever shown a fraction of that to your own wife?"

Winston spoke lazily, but his voice dripped with scorn.

Morrison's face turned a shade of green, while Winston left him with no ground to stand on.

And Rose, who had tried not to care too much, now found herself awash with a bitter hurt as Winston deliberately brought it all up. She stood silently, unsure what to say or do.

She felt like an outsider in her own marriage.

She was entitled to an explanation from Morrison, yet she remained silent.

Out of fear.

Afraid of being heartbroken, of being overwhelmed by sadness, afraid that every word, every expression from him, could so easily wound her.

She didn't want...

Most of the time, she just wanted to live in the moment, even if it was a blur.

Like these past few days, clueless about the reasons or the future, she just wanted to bask in the moments with Morrison.

Not to think too much, just to cherish the joy while it lasted.

She never dared to ask for love from Morrison.

But the contradiction was there; the longer they were together, the more she craved, and she couldn't ignore the barrier between them.

She had mentioned Mona before, but that conversation had faded into nothingness.

Now, with Winston's mention, under this tense confrontation, she truly didn't know what Morrison might say, or how he might thoughtlessly hurt her.

Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, she stood behind Morrison, head slightly bowed, lips pressed tightly together, her whole body tense, palms chilling.

She braced herself for any pain that might come from Morrison's direction.

Grandma glanced at her, her expression growing even more severe. "Morrison! I'm speaking to you! Who is this ex-lover you were talking about?!"

Morrison's brow was furrowed, his demeanor icy, "Is this ever going to end?"

Molly, normally the epitome of gentleness, now showed a rare coldness. "Morrison, you need to clear this up. Is it that Mona woman? Has she come back?"

Morrison remained silent, but Winston added fuel to the fire. "Seems Mr. Morrison is quite the loyal lover. Mention an ex, and it's clear to everyone that we're talking about dear Miss Mona!"

Rose's eyes quivered, suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness and a tightness in her chest.

How faithful Morrison was, with only one lover.

Should she be relieved or saddened?

His past belonged to a single woman.

Mona meant that much to him.

For any other wealthy young man, girlfriends would be too numerous to count.

Some flings, some with feelings involved.

In this harsh reality, such things were commonplace, even expected.

But Morrison, he had only Mona...

She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself not to dwell on these thoughts.

To avoid trapping herself in a dead end of sadness.

Morrison's current coldness was a familiar sting to Molly and Grandma.

It was the same attitude he had shown them years ago when they opposed his relationship with Mona.

Grandma, her anger palpable, gripped her walking stick tightly, her face turning pale with fury. "So she's back! Morrison, you've been hiding this from us..."

Morrison's eyes flared with impatience, turning to face Grandma sharply, "So what? If she's back, do I have to report to you and have you chase her away again?"

Grandma's eyes bulged with rage. "And what? You want her to stay in R City for your convenience? To be within your sight anytime you please?!"

Morrison's frown deepened. "Where she goes is her business, and what I want is mine. Don't overstep your bounds, meddling in things you shouldn't..."

"Morrison!" A furious shout erupted, not from Grandma or Rose, nor Winston, but from the usually gentle and soft-spoken Molly.