The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1828

Morrison had reached his breaking point. The woman was growing more and more brazen by the day. Did she think he was invisible?

Stuffing a sandwich into his mouth and gulping down his coffee in a few swift swallows, he stood up, his face the color of thunder, and marched out of the hospital room.

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By the time Rose reached Winston's hospital room, a small crowd had already gathered, mainly young women, all huddled around the small glass on the door, trying to sneak a peek inside.

"Seriously, it's really Winston?"

"Definitely, I almost bumped into him at the door. He's staying in this room."d2

"I heard he came to R City, but why would he be in the hospital?"

"No idea, but it looks like he got into a fight, his face and head seemed banged up."

"A fight? If the media gets wind of this, won't it blow up into a big deal?"

"Getting into trouble right after arriving in R City, if this gets out, it's going to be a sensation!"

Rose's heart sank at these murmurs, a bad feeling creeping up on her. An international movie star, in a brawl in R City and ending up in a hospital...

Scores of people were waiting for just one slip-up, and if this incident went public, it would be a devastating blow to his career.

Her expression darkened. All of this hanppened because of her, and if anything serious happened, she couldn't escape blame.

Hospital security and a few plain-clothed individuals, likely Winston's management team, started to shoo the crowd away, sticking to a firm "no comment" policy.

Once the hallway cleared, Rose approached the door, about to knock, when a familiar force wrapped around her waist, Morrison's familiar scent enveloping her.

She turned, finding Morrison beside her with a scowl, his arm possessively pulling her close. He grunted at her gaze.

"Incorrigible woman."

Rose was still brooding over the recent events, particularly that Morrison was responsible for Winston's hospitalization and the potential media frenzy. She was far from pleased. As his voice fell, she pursed her lips and elbowed him hard in the ribs.

Caught off guard, Morrison winced, his face momentarily contorted with pain. Rose shot him a cold glance and knocked on the hospital room door.

"Damn..." Morrison muttered under his breath, following her in as the door swung open. He was determined not to leave Rose alone with that man named Winston.

Winston looked particularly unwell, and the overnight nurse arranged by Morrison seemed uneasy. The room was also occupied by members of Winston's team. They greeted Rose upon her arrival.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Rose asked, "Has the doctor been by? How's he doing?"

Winston's assistant, clueless about the true cause of his hospitalization, attempted a weak smile at Rose. "Ms. Rose, what brings you here so early?"

After all, she was the current "big spender," and with Winston's temperament, getting him to suck up to anyone was tougher than climbing to heaven. So, handling these patrons required utmost care.

Winston could afford to be haughty, but they couldn't follow suit. They didn't have that privilege.

Though they were well aware that their relationship with Rose was purely transactional. Without Winston, the Spotlight Beauty company's products wouldn't achieve the desired market impact, and sales figures would suffer. But, as the party footing the bill, they had to handle the matter delicately.

Rose offered a faint smile, "Winston was hospitalized, and I had to show my concern. After all, I invited him to R City. If anything goes wrong, I can't shirk responsibility."

The assistant looked uneasy. "Ms. Rose, you exaggerate. It's Winston who's caused trouble that may affect you."

Rose didn't directly reveal that Winston's hospital stay was due to a beating from her so-called husband, which could spark media interest.

"What's important is that he's alright."

"Fortunately, it's nothing serious. He should be up for our product launch."

"That's good to hear."

Winston shot her a frosty glance. This woman, the epitome of a ruthless capitalist, was first in line when there were benefits, but at the first sign of trouble, she'd be the quickest to flee.

Did she not understand why he was in this mess? She was clearly avoiding the real issue.

"Have you had breakfast?" Rose asked gently.

"Winston's a bit grumpy. He's not one for breakfast."

Rose glanced at Winston, whose complexion was particularly sullen, and was reminded of one of his absolute no-nos.

His morning mood was infamous. He used to put on a bit of charm for her, but now, not an ounce was in sight.

Raising an eyebrow, she remarked, "Winston, breakfast is a must."

He glared at her, silent.

"You can't fight properly on an empty stomach. Morrison had plenty just now."

Winston's lips twitched. Was she provoking him?

As if on cue with Rose's words, the topic of her sentence appeared before them. The assistant had no idea why Rose was bringing up a brawl and Mr. Morrison when she was simply encouraging Winston to eat breakfast. He was utterly confused until he saw Morrison and promptly greeted him with a cheery smile. “Mr. Morrison, it's such an honor to have you visit Winston.”

In R City, everyone knew about the power of the Witts.

Winston was about to explode from his assistant's reaction.

Morrison, with his air of aloof nobility, gave a curt nod and glanced at Winston. “As the ambassador for my wife's company, it's only proper that I check in on him.”

Winston was so frustrated. These two, Rose and Morrison, were as fake as they come.

His anger simmering, Winston's lips twitched into a smile when he took in Morrison's disheveled appearance. “Did you have a run-in with a vampire last night? You look absolutely drained.”

Morrison's expression darkened instantly. Everyone turned to look at Morrison's face, and they stifled their laughter, not daring to make a sound.

“Rose has always been about looks, and with you looking like this, be careful she doesn’t ditch you for a better face.”

With that, Winston turned to his assistant, stroking his own face, “How's my face looking?”

“Winston, your face is always perfec. Even with the bandages and bruises you’ve got an edgy charm that’s hard to fault.”

Winston smirked, satisfied.

Indeed, while the assistant’s words sounded sycophantic, they were true. Even with a white bandage wrapped around his head and bruises on his face, Winston's rugged features exuded a wild beauty.

He was reminiscent of those rebellious bad boys from high school who managed to look even more appealing after a fight, the kind that left many girls' hearts racing.

If it weren’t for his status, there would surely be plenty of women vying for his attention, regardless of his injuries.