The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1825

Winston chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That dude packs a serious punch. Must've had some serious training."

"He's the only son of the Witts, and everyone knows you can only truly rely on yourself."

Winston nodded, understanding completely. You couldn't have an army of bodyguards with you every second, nor could you trust everyone completely. Nothing was safer or more reliable than your own two fists.

"I wonder how many more times I can take a beating from him," Winston mumbled under his breath before cursing softly, "Damn!"

Rose looked at him, surprised. "What's eating you, playing solitaire with your thoughts over there?"

Winston grimaced, grumbling back, "Nothing."d2

Rose frowned slightly, watching him quietly.

Winston was genuinely frustrated. The escalating tension between the couple contemplating a divorce elicited a pang of guilt within him, even though he was just following orders.

It was clear they both had feelings for each other. Rose was open about hers, which made things simpler, but Morrison? The guy was as emotionally dense as a brick wall.

Did Winston have to keep taking hits until Morrison realized his own feelings for Rose? How dumb was Morrison, and how miserable did that make Winston?

This was just...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt shortchanged. Why the hell did he have to put up with this crap? He deserved an award for being the ultimate wingman.

Who else would selflessly take a punch, offering their face up for the good of someone else's love life? Damn it!

The more Winston thought about it, the colder his expression became.

"Rose, seriously, Morrison's emotional intelligence is so low it's in the basement. It's exhausting being with him. Dump him already. What do you even see in him beyond that pretty face? What's tying you down so much?"

Rose sighed, her voice tinged with regret, "I'll admit that I got swept up by his looks. In hindsight, there's a sea of handsome guys out there. I've got options."

Winston nodded, "Like me, for instance."

A slight smile played on Rose's lips, "Well, you are the darling of the silver screen. Your face is definitely crush-worthy."

Winston snorted, his face the picture of arrogance. "Finally, you're making sense. Go ahead, fall for me. I'll let you in on some of the perks my fans would kill for."

"Like what?"

"Anything, really. I'm not one to lose out. I took a beating for you from Morrison more than once. You owe me."

Rose pursed her lips, "What kind of compensation are you thinking about?"

Winston's eyes gleamed mischievously as he suggested, "How about your heart in exchange?"

Rose raised her eyes to meet his, her silence stretching between them.

Suddenly, the hospital room door swung open. Morrison strode in with a frosty aura, his face set in a grim line. Rose turned to him, her forehead creasing ever so slightly. Before she could speak, Morrison pulled her into his embrace.

"He's waiting for your answer. What's the hesitation about?" he pressed.

Rose frowned, "That's a big decision. I need to consider my current situation before responding to such a question."

Morrison's face darkened, "Consider? Rose, what are you playing at?"

"What else? I need to weigh my options based on what's happening right now."

Morrison's face turned an ashen hue, "Are you trying to send him to an early grave?!"

Rose glanced at him coolly, "You could always try. What do you think would happen if you did send him off?"

Morrison's face fell further.

What would happen if Winston really died at his hand? It would be just like if Mona had actually been hurt. They'd be divided by a life taken, and what good could come of that? She would probably hate him for life.

Rose stepped away from his embrace and walked towards the bed, "You got hurt because of me, as my guest and key ambassador. I can't shirk responsibility. Tell me what you need, and I'll make sure you're looked after. It's my duty."

Morrison's frown deepened at her words, "What do you mean, 'your duty'? Don't forget, as your husband, I'm still a patient myself. You have not just a duty, but an obligation to me."

"A patient who can beat a perfectly healthy man to a pulp still needs looking after?"

Morrison glared, "Do you think I got injured for no reason?"

Rose smiled wryly, "You think it's my fault? If that's the case, shouldn't you be the one taking care of Winston, since you put him in this state?"

Rose continued, "So, at this moment, I must be the one who's surplus to requirements. It's getting late. You two sort yourselves out."

With that, she was already at the door, opening it.

As the door clicked shut behind her, leaving Morrison and Winston alone, an electric tension crackled between them. Their eyes met, and it was as if sparks flew in the air, silently clashing in an invisible battle.

"Just stay away from me. Being around you is bad luck."

Winston broke the silence first, his disdain for Morrison palpable. Why should he pay the price for Morrison's stupidity? The thought just soured his mood further.

Already disliked, Morrison's expression turned even darker.

"Indeed, just looking at you makes me want to finish the job. Expecting me to look after you..."

"Get out!" Winston cut him off, waving his hand in disgust. The idea of Morrison caring for him was laughable – Winston had plans to live a little longer.

Morrison glowered at him, "Consider this a warning. Stay away from my wife, or else, next time..."

"You'll kill me?" Winston scoffed, "I bet Rose would never forgive you. Believe it or not."

Morrison clenched his teeth in rage, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

The conversation ended there, but Morrison couldn't contain his restlessness any longer, marching towards the door.

That woman, Rose, was too much of a handful. She actually had regrets?