The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1841

At first, her hands were awkwardly suspended in the air, but eventually, they found their way to his shoulders.

His arm encircled her lower back, securing her firmly to him, as his kissing grew more intense and unrestrained. His chest pressed down upon hers, enveloping her completely.

"I love you," he murmured again and again, his voice a deep, comforting whisper in her ear.

A thick blanket of snow surrounded the two, making it seem as if they were the only people left in the world. Despite the biting cold, Rose felt as if spring had taken up residence in her heart.

After what felt like an eternity, Morrison rested his forehead against hers. His warm breath fanned her face, his presence infusing her with a sense of warmth. Her long eyelashes fluttered continuously.

Morrison gently tapped her nose, his affectionate gesture melting Rose's heart like butter. If only it had always been like this, she could have been happy for years.d2

But this moment was pretty great too.

The past couldn't be changed, and maybe if it had been different, she wouldn't feel the overwhelming happiness she felt now, a happiness and contentment that doubled in intensity.

Rose's lips were swollen from the kiss as she looked down shyly, "In the end, you've taken advantage of me again. Here we are now, and you've earned yourself my confession."

Morrison chuckled softly, nuzzling her, then took her hand and placed it over his heart, his voice low and hazy, "For this one confession of yours, I will spend a lifetime confessing my love to you."

Rose's heart skipped a beat. She slowly lifted her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears that shimmered and trembled in their sockets.

"You..."

After uttering just a syllable, a wave of emotion clogged her throat, almost bringing her to tears.

Morrison tightened his embrace slightly.

"Hmm?"

"Are you really Morrison?"

His eyes flickered with emotion, and he leaned in to capture her lips once more. "Are you convinced now?"

Rose buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Yes. It's just that I've dreamed countless times of us being together, and I thought those dreams were enough to make me happy to tears, but now it's even better than a dream. This doesn't seem like you."

Morrison held her tighter. "I'm sorry, Rose. It's all my fault. Believe me, I do love you. It's just that before, I didn't realize it.

"I clearly wanted you. I couldn't control being attracted to you when I saw you. I hated it when you had close contact with other guys. I wanted to see you, even if you were always against me, singing a different tune. I wanted your gaze to always be on me. But I also felt that it was dangerous. You were dangerous, making me conflicted. I didn't like this feeling, I couldn't even control myself. It was awful."

Morrison rambled on, desperate to explain, his words tumbling out almost incoherently.

Rose could feel his confusion and helplessness. Oddly enough, she understood the feelings he had back then because she had gone through a similar time. But as a girl, she had quickly recognized those feelings as love. Girls often dreamed of a beautiful romance, while boys seemed to be more detached when it came to emotions.

She couldn't demand that Morrison respond to her with a hundred percent certainty, or expect him to be a natural-born romantic who could instantly recognize her feelings for him.