The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1827

Morrison paused, processing the words.

Really?

Without a word, he made his way to the bathroom. The reflection that stared back at him was haggard, a weary shell with puffy, swollen eyes ringed with dark circles.

This wasn't just looking bad. He hardly recognized the person in the mirror.

The previous night's worries about Rose possibly running off with someone else had kept him tossing and turning until the wee hours of the morning.

Normally, a late night at the office would be no big deal, but last night, lying in bed, he felt more drained than after a week's worth of overtime.d2

He knew Rose had a thing for good looks, and that very fact had granted him a chance to spend the night with her. And now, with his face a wreck, wouldn't she be even more restless? Especially since they had a bona fide actor living downstairs.

His complexion was sallow, making him look all the more unsightly. He turned the tap and splashed his face with water, trying to wash away the fatigue.

Rose finished dressing and opened the hospital room door. After a moment, the door suddenly swung wide open, and several people let out a surprised "Huh."

"How odd, it was just locked, and now..."

They stopped short when they saw Rose, clad in an ill-fitting men's suit that was clearly not designed for her, standing beside the hospital bed looking at them.

Molly's eyes flickered with mirth as she turned to the medical staff beside her. "Thanks for your help. Now that the room's open..."

"Ma'am, we need to conduct the routine check-up," said the doctor with a friendly smile, as morning rounds were the norm to assess patients' conditions.

Molly set the thermal container aside on a cabinet and looked at Rose with a warm smile. "Rose, where's Morrison?"

Rose felt her cheeks flush. The meaning behind Molly's smile was all too naked, and she knew exactly why. After all, the previous night, they had indeed engaged in unspeakable acts.

"He's in the bathroom."

Morrison came out of the bathroom, looked at the room full of people, and frowned slightly. His gaze shifted from Molly to the thermal container, which he opened to find layers of breakfast delights: the top layer held muffins, the second layer biscuits, and the bottom layer oatmeal.

Taking the container, he walked over to Rose and handed it to her. "Go sit over there." His voice was cold, his eyes briefly flicking to the sofa and coffee table with clear intent.

Molly raised an eyebrow as Morrison climbed into the hospital bed and gave the medical staff a chilling glance. They promptly began their cursory examination.

Rose, holding the container, watched from where she stood.

"Mr. Morrison, it seems you have some new injuries."

Morrison looked at Rose, still standing there, and said, "What are you waiting for?"

She blinked, hugged the container, and settled on the sofa, peeling an egg.

Finally, Morrison looked back at the doctor and gave a noncommittal grunt. The medical staff were at a loss. "We need to take some detailed scans to see what's going on," they said.

Molly frowned. "How did you get these new injuries?"

"It's nothing," Morrison said dismissively.

Rose lowered her head and took a bite of the egg. "Mr. Morrison, since you haven't had breakfast yet, would you like to go for a check-up now?"

"I've said it's fine, no need for a check-up."

The doctors looked at Molly, a little embarrassed. Molly, however, looked at Rose and then nodded, "He’s probably fine.”

If there was really something wrong, how could he still have the strength to have sex? It's not like he could risk his life with a broken arm or leg to indulge in such activities.

Rose took a bite of the muffin. She’s trying to be completely transparent, and acted like everything that happened yesterday had nothing to do with her.

In the end, the medical staff gave up on further examinations. Instead, one of them left Morrison with a word of advice, "Mr. Morrison, given your current condition, you should abstain from any strenuous activity. Some things are better left until after you've fully recovered. It would be much more... efficient."

Rose nearly choked on her muffin at these words. "Cough. cough, cough." She quickly took a few sips of oatmeal.

Morrison sat up, glaring at the doctor who just shrugged with a smile. "You should be more careful. You don't look well today, and normally people don't have the energy for certain activities. It would be quite embarrassing if you were to have an accident midway."

Morrison's complexion turned even more sour. An accident midway? What kind of accident?!

As Morrison was about to lose his temper, the doctor chuckled and led the group of medical staff away with a smile.

Molly felt a bit awkward. After all, she had maintained a certain level of reserve throughout her life. Hearing about the private matters of her son and daughter-in-law, it was inevitably uncomfortable for her.

The room fell into an awkward silence. Rose, still blushing, took another bite of her muffin.

To break the tension, Molly finally spoke up. "How did you get those new wounds?"

Morrison pointed at Rose. "Her fault," he said.

Rose met Molly's gaze. "Really? Complaining about your wife to your own mother?"

"It's the truth."

Molly snorted. "If having a wife is so much trouble, I, as the mother-in-law, certainly cannot tolerate it. Divorce her. I can't afford a daughter-in-law who stirs up such drama. Once divorced, you go your separate ways, and she can find whomever she wants."

The very image of a difficult and formidable mother-in-law.

Morrison frowned. "I thought you liked her?"

Molly spoke with a maternal certainty that brooked no argument. "But you're my own flesh and blood, my dear boy. You fell right from my own tree, so to speak. Sure, I don't mind her, but no amount of fondness can trump the love I have for you. Your grandma and I, we've been talkin'—we just want you to be happy. If you truly don't love Rose, then we won't stand in your way of a divorce. And as for Mona, if she's the one you want, then go ahead, son. Marry her. We'll make sure she has a grand entrance into the Witt family, no slights or slurs, I promise. All we want is for you to be happy, and we're willing to meet you halfway on this."