The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1822

With those words, he sauntered over to where Rose stood, "Get back inside. You're pregnant. What if you get hurt?"

Rose blinked, puzzled by his sudden declaration. She had never heard him express any romantic interest in her in private.

Winston's statement was too much for Morrison to bear. With a sudden movement, Morrison grabbed the back of Winston's robe and threw a punch.

Rose was standing right beside them. Winston didn't even try to block the punch; instead, he gently nudged her towards the apartment. The punch landed squarely on his gut, and he doubled over, coughing up blood.

"Winston!"

Rose was shocked and rushed to check on him. Without a second glance at Morrison, she shoved him aside.d2

Caught off guard, Morrison, already battered, slammed against the hallway wall. The impact shook him to the core, as he clutched his chest, wincing at the pain.

He looked up to see Rose, kneeling on the floor, cradling Winston's face with an urgency that couldn't be faked.

"Winston, are you okay?"

The sight of blood at the corner of Winston's mouth made her wipe it away without a second thought. Her eyes filled with worry, guilt, and unshed tears.

Seeing this, Morrison's heart clenched, suffocating him with jealousy. So she cared about Winston? She felt pain and sorrow for him to the point of tears? She could cry for another man?

Morrison scoffed coldly. Rose, was this your so-called love? How quickly it changed! Can she love him and just as easily turn to love someone else?

The assistant had just given Morrison the address when he arrived, only to find two men brawling in the hallway. When he saw Mrs. Witt push her husband aside and run to another man, he instantly regretted following him here.

He stood there, clueless about what to do.

Mrs. Witt had moved out of her house with Mr. Witt to live with a movie star? Did that mean the husband was cuckolded?

He had just arrived and didn't know the situation, except that the man in front of him was wearing a bathrobe and Mrs. Witt was in her pajamas.

"Riley, take him to the hospital."

The addressed assistant paused, looking at the man in front of his president's wife. The "he" that Mr. Witt referred to must be Winston. But if he was really going to take anyone to the hospital, shouldn't he take Mr. Witt?

"No need!" Rose's voice cut through, cold and firm.

Morrison watched her, his expression unreadable.

She stood up, grabbed a down jacket from the hall closet, "Don't bother. I'll take him to the hospital myself."

She put on her coat and without changing her shoes, struggled to lift Winston up.

"Rose," Morrison called her name, his voice raspy from the pain. "Don't forget I'm your husband. You and he aren't at a point where you can say that yet."

Rose met his gaze, her eyes red-rimmed but icy.

Morrison flinched at her look, clutching the fabric over his chest, "Riley can take him."

"Do you think I can trust you?"

Morrison hesitated, "What do you mean?"

"You almost killed him just now. I don't believe you'd be so kind as to let your man take him safely to the hospital."

Morrison watched her, his Adam's apple bobbing with unsaid words. "Do you think if I really wanted him dead, sending him to the hospital with you would make a difference?"

Rose's eyes trembled, "How could you?"

She was icy and furious, a rare expression for her towards him. He straightened up, letting his hand fall from his chest, and stepped closer to her.

Rose, supporting Winston with his arm around her shoulders and holding his wrist, tightened her grip as Morrison approached. Because of her nervousness, her arm around Winston's waist gripped tighter, her fingers clutching his bathrobe.

This entirely normal, instinctive reaction now seemed to Morrison like intimacy and dependency.

In front of her husband, she was openly affectionate with another man.

She feared him but relied more on Winston. This realization, alongside the scene before him, jabbed at every nerve in Morrison's body. He clenched his fists, numb to his own pain. As he pushed Winston away from her. Rose's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you doing?!"

Morrison hesitated, but still forcefully pulled Winston away and tossed him towards Riley. Rose was about to walk over to him, but Morrison snapped her wrist.

"Come home with me."

Rose trembled with rage, glaring at him with nothing but cold fury. "Home? Which home? This is my home right here!"

Morrison tightened his grip, "Rose, don't push me."

She twisted in his grasp, "Then stay away from me. I'll never bother you again for the rest of my life!"

She pushed him away with her free hand and pulled her own back, approaching Riley to take Winston's arm.

"I got this."

Riley hesitated, "Madam."

"If you don't hand him over, I'll call the police for harassment."

"Take him," Morrison's voice suddenly faintly resounded, speaking in short, indifferent phrases. Riley could discern the underlying restraint in his tone. Riley pursed his lips and forcefully pulled Winston away from Rose's side.

"Relax, ma'am. I'll get Mr. Winston to the hospital safely. That's what the Mr. Morrison ordered."

Rose let out a mocking laugh, "That's precisely why I don't trust you."

Riley choked on her words, glanced at Morrison beside her, and quickly left with Winston in tow. This place was no longer safe for them to linger.

Rose followed, and this time, Morrison didn't stop her. But as they reached the downstairs, Morrison suddenly grabbed Rose forcefully, shoved her into the car, and took off.

Riley's car with Winston vanished into the night.

"Morrison!" Rose protested, fumbling with her seat belt. "Stop the car!"

Morrison ignored her. "I told you not to mess with me, Rose. You'd better keep quiet now."

It was already past eleven, and there were still quite a few vehicles on the road. Morrison's car was speeding, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. He stared ahead with a furrowed brow, his gaze cold and stern.