The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1817

Morrison swiftly straightened his gaze, feigning ignorance of her presence.

Rose pursed her lips and went back to her phone. Winston was the one texting her. He had seen Morrison being taken away in an ambulance from the villa and specifically inquired about the situation.

Upon learning that Morrison had fallen down the stairs trying to save her, Winston sent her a text replete with laughing emojis.

Rose—[What's so funny?]

Winston—[I told you Morrison is a fool. Only a fool would resort to such childish antics.]

Rose—[I have no idea what you're talking about.]d2

Winston—[Never mind. His foolishness isn't my concern. But what are you going to do now?]

Rose—[Do about what?]

Winston—[He didn't manage to blackmail you, did he? After all, he fell down the stairs trying to save you.]

Rose paused for a moment before slowly typing—[That doesn't change the fact that we're getting a divorce.]

Winston stared at the screen for a while, then chuckled softly. "This is really over..."

Once Rose made up her mind after enduring so much, there was no turning back.

Winston—[Are you sure about this?]

It was a while before he received a reply—[Yes.]

Winston raised an eyebrow but didn't text back. Instead, he dialed Chloe's number.

Chloe stayed at home every day. It was very cold, and she felt quite bored, so Damon stayed at home with her every day. Specifically, she kept Damon company while he worked.

She sat on the sofa with headphones on, watching a movie on the projector. When she heard the phone ring, she immediately pressed the answer button on the headphones.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry, but I've screwed up."

Chloe's brow furrowed as she sat up straight, "What did you do?"

Winston touched his nose, "I may have overacted a bit, and now Rose wants a divorce from Morrison."

"A divorce?" Chloe's concern deepened, "How is Rose doing?"

Nothing mattered more than Rose.

"She seems fine, but Morrison..." Winston couldn't hide his schadenfreude, "doesn't seem so good."

Chloe arched an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Well, first he spiked my food out of jealousy, which landed him in the hospital with acute gastroenteritis, and now he's taken a tumble down the stairs trying to protect Rose."

Winston inevitably detailed the course of events a bit. Chloe listened quietly, and after a long period of silence, she nodded. "If it's Rose's decision, then so be it. She wouldn't have decided this without thorough consideration."

"It seems Morrison really did a number on her, wearing her down to this point."

Winston cracked a wry smile, "So we're just going to let it be?"

"What else can we do?" Chloe twirled her headphone cord, "I don't think you did anything wrong. Either Morrison comes to terms with his feelings, or he completely exhausts Rose's, and clearly, he's been foolish enough."

Chloe's expression grew cold, and she glanced at the man who had put down his pen to look at her, offering a small smile. "Let's leave it at that. Since you're in R City, take good care of Rose for me. She's pregnant and these events are bound to affect her mood. Keep an eye on her."

Winston clutched his forehead, "Are you never satisfied?"

Chloe frowned, "This disaster is your doing. I'm letting you off easy by not holding you responsible."

"Damn!" Winston muttered under his breath. "You're clearly blackmailing me. Who was it that made me be the mediator for them in the first place?!"

Chloe blinked. "Who was it?"

Winston replied, "Witch, when did you become so shameless?!"

Chloe activated the speakerphone and looked up at the man who was already walking towards them. "Damon, listen, he's bullying me."

"Don't worry. I'll teach him a lesson for you," Damon said in a low, steady voice. He bent down, ruffled her hair, and affectionately nuzzled her face.

Winston, on the other end of the call, gritted his teeth and muttered a curse before hanging up. "A pair of devils!"

Tossing his phone aside, he muttered under his breath, resenting the inadvertent dose of affection he'd just received.

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"Rose, I'm thirsty."

The quiet of the hospital room was interrupted by Morrison's voice.

Rose set down her phone, stood up, and prepared to pour him some water. She glanced at the hospital-provided glass and hesitated. "Hold on, I'll go downstairs and buy you a cup."

"No need."

Rose looked at him and said, "Just wait."

After all they were in hospital, and she wasn't taking any risks. And she, for the time being, didn't want to stay in the same room as Morrison, especially in this ward, which happened to be the same one as last night. The experience that was once so beautiful now felt tragically ironic.

As Morrison watched Rose's indifferent face, he remained silent.

The hospital had a convenience store on the ground floor. She took the elevator down and bought two insulated cups, along with some fruit for herself.

Exiting the store and entering the hospital lobby, she ran into Dr. Danny, who was chatting with a receptionist. "Greeting, Dr. Danny."

Danny, sensing something amiss with her, remarked, "Well, I heard your husband's back in the hospital. Multiple fractures and a concussion."

He chuckled, "You guys really know how to stir up trouble."

Rose offered a weak smile, "You could say that."

Noticing her dispirited mood, he took the bag of fruit from her hands and handed it to the receptionist, "Could you wash these for her?"

"Of course."

"Thank you," Rose said with genuine gratitude.

"It looks like he'll need a few days here. If you need any help, just let me know. I'll arrange it."

"Thanks."

Rose managed a faint smile, her discomfort evident at not being able to reciprocate the warmth she received from others. But honestly, she was just not in the mood for any extra pleasantries.

Danny watched her for a moment, mouth agape, about to say something when a commotion at the door interrupted him – an ambulance had pulled up.

His expression changed instantly, and with a quick "Excuse me" to Rose, he dashed towards the entrance. Gone was his suave, debonair demeanor he had just displayed at the reception.

Just then, a nurse came out, handing Rose a freshly washed bowl of fruit.

She picked up an apple from the bowl and bit in, finding comfort in its crisp sweetness.

Snow began to flutter down outside, growing heavier by the minute. Many people pressed their faces against the transparent glass, their excitement palpable even amidst the chaos.