The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1830

Morrison jerked his head up to meet his gaze, then glanced at his phone. "Your timing is impeccable."

Riley flashed a goofy grin, "Congrats, Mr. Witt."

Morrison arched an eyebrow, "Congrats on what?"

With a blink, Riley chirped, "Congratulations on clearing up the misunderstanding with your wife. I am sure the two of you will live happily ever after."

How could that be! Lookat her, did she look like she loved him?

She must've taken him for granted the moment she had him. He put his heart on the line, and she just did not treasure him.d2

The more he stewed, the more aggrieved and angry he felt, giving Riley a frosty look as he said coldly, "You know what day is December 22nd?"

Riley paused for a beat before quickly replying with a smile, "Of course, it is your birthday."

The boss’ big day? He had to know it – it was critical.

He thought his quick response would showcase his loyalty and maybe earn him some praise, but instead of commendations, Morrison's expression became increasingly unpleasant.

"That damn woman, even my assistant knows, yet she doesn't. Hmph, figures. It's not the first time she's stood me up. Love, huh? Doesn't even know my birthday. Liar..."

Riley was flabbergasted. What on earth was going on? Had Mr. Witt been turned daft from his hospital stay?

All this nagging and fussing, wasn't it just like a disgruntled woman?

The handsome man looked so ridiculous, sitting alone on the hospital bed, but Riley dared not ask; he just stared, dumbfounded.

Morrison kept mumbling away, his face turning sourer by the minute, until he suddenly spoke up with a heavy tone, "Arrange it. On December 22nd, I want a birthday bash!"

Riley grimaced, mouth twisting as his features scrunched together in barely concealed chuckle. What was a man pushing thirty doing, throwing himself a birthday party?

"Spread the word! Nothing too elaborate. Just a quick trend on social media oughta do."

Riley was speechless. A social media trend, and he called that not too elaborate? Something was seriously off with Mr. Witt. Seemed like it was time to plan for a lawsuit against the hospital. A perfectly normal person, just a few days in the hospital, suddenly underwent a drastic change in temperament. It was really worth looking into.

"Did you get that?"

The ominous tone made Riley shiver, and he quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Witt, I got it."

With that, he turned to leave, reaching the door when Morrison called out again.

"Wait a second."

Riley's steps halted in an instant. Turning around, he asked, puzzled, "Anything else, Mr. Witt?"

Morrison stood up from the bed, his brow furrowed, eyeing him, "How did you know about Rose and me making up?"

Something had felt off right from the start, and it finally clicked.

Last night, it had just been him and Rose; no third party could've known what happened. How did an outsider like Riley find out about their reconciled affections?

Riley's eyes flickered, "Well, last night..."

Morrison glared, "When?" He better not have been eavesdropping in the middle of the night.

Riley innocently explained, "Last night, while you were in Mona's room..."

Morrison's frown deepened.

"We were just outside the door when you talked with Mona. We heard everything quite clearly. You and Mrs. Witt haven't reconciled?"

Morrison's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing, "What are you saying?"

Riley: "Huh?"

"You're saying you and Rose were outside Mona's room last night, and you overheard our conversation?"

Riley nodded, "Yeah. Didn't you ask us to wait at the door? We didn't mean to overhear."

Morrison pressed on, "When did Rose leave?"

Riley's face twisted awkwardly, unsure how to respond, and said vaguely: "She heard everything before leaving, just a minute or two before you came out."

Morrison fell silent, standing still, his gaze introspective. After a long moment, he let out a cold laugh, a clenched-teeth whisper breaking the silence, "That damn woman, playing me for a fool!"

Riley shuddered. Mr. Witt like this was downright scary. What on earth was wrong between these two?

Last night Rose had heard Mr. Witt's heartfelt confession, yet their relationship still seemed on the rocks.

Riley pondered without a clue, and only one thought crossed his mind— What the hell's all this fuss about?!

"Anything else?"

"No, just remember the birthday party."

"Will do."

Riley stepped out, the door closing behind him.

Morrison remained, his face tight and lips pressed in silence. A blush spread from his ears, a clear sign of his turmoil.

Damn it!

Morrison rubbed his burning ears, sat on the bed, and then rubbed his face hard. Now thinking back, every word Rose said to him last night was a trap.

Including his own mother, who came the next day to trick him further, these women were completely outrageous.

They had played him like a fiddle. And he had played along flawlessly. He'd been completely taken for a ride.

Morrison lifted his head from his hands, his brow furrowed in thought. So, did Rose really not know his birthday, or was it all an act? It all came full circle, landing squarely back on that one niggling issue.

Well, he was going to settle this score once and for all.

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