The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1843

Morrison sounded impatient, "Spit it out."

Riley coughed awkwardly again. "It's pretty obvious that Mrs. Witt adores you."

Morrison glanced at him coldly through the mirror. "Of course, did I need you to tell me that?"

If it was so obvious, why hadn't he pointed it out before? Now, after stirring up this whole mess, did he really need Riley to state the obvious?

Riley, undeservingly scolded, stayed quiet for a moment.

Morrison shifted in his seat, fell silent, then suddenly asked irritably, "What are you trying to say?"d2

Riley slowed the car down a bit, "Mr. Witt, it seems Mrs. Witt has returned to your place?"

Morrison leaned forward and sure enough, he could see the car heading towards the direction of their house. A flicker of brightness crossed his stony face, but it didn’t last long as he leaned back into his seat, his expression tangled.

She was home, yes, but with her fiery temper, he hadn’t quite figured out how to approach her yet. He rubbed his temples and suddenly thought that maybe, just maybe, he could take the Witt family to greater heights. Compared to dealing with Rose, striking a high-stakes deal seemed like a piece of cake.

Should he thank Rose for bringing out his hidden capabilities? This was tough. Way too tough. He had made his bed, now he had to lie in it. If he had known it would come to this, he would have avoided doing those regrettable things in the past.

How the tables have turned.

Having worked alongside Morrison for years, Riley knew his boss had the emotional intelligence of a rock, yet there wasn't much else to fault him for. Loyalty was a given after all these years.

"Mr. Witt, Mrs. Witt loves you so much, she won't want to see you struggle."

At this, Morrison paused, then looked up at Riley. "What do you mean by that?"

Riley continued, "She wouldn't want to see you in trouble, nor see you pitiful. Women are actually quite easy to appease. Especially someone like Mrs. Witt who loves you, she'll be even easier to win over."

Morrison's gaze sharpened, "Go on."

"You've always been too proud, but now that you've decided to throw your pride out the window. Um, I mean..."

Riley coughed awkwardly, catching Morrison's stern look in the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt a chill. "What I mean is that since things have come to this, doing something even more surprising can't hurt."

"What sort of things?"

Riley cleared his throat forcefully and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "In the trunk, I've prepared something for you. I guarantee it's a foolproof plan. If you're willing to do it, it will definitely work."

Morrison furrowed his brows, "You prepared it in advance?"

Riley gave a sheepish smile, "For some reason, I thought you might need it, so I kept it in the trunk."

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Upon arrival at the villa, Megan and Molly were just stepping out, and upon seeing his car, they didn't approach. Instead, they stood at the entrance, clearly waiting for him.

Riley parked the car and hastily opened the door for Morrison. Morrison had just said some embarrassing things to Molly, and now he felt a bit awkward seeing her. But compared to the past few days with Rose, this was nothing. With Rose, everything felt natural. Even his own mother didn't make him feel as comfortable as Rose did.

"Are you leaving?"

Megan glared at him, huffed, and turned away, refusing to engage.

Molly wore a schadenfreude grin, "I've brought the lady back to you, and she's still in a foul mood. You made this mess, you fix it. But if you can't smooth things over, don't come running back to us. I've given you plenty of good advice, and if you end up embarrassing us. Well, that's on you."

Morrison, hands in his pockets, mumbled a vague acknowledgment.

"He'll figure it out? With his emotional intelligence of a brick? If he can't make it right with Rose, a divorce is in order. He can pack up and leave the Witt family. I'll adopt Rose as my granddaughter and find her a proper suitor. Anyone dares to cross her, I'll flay them alive,"

Megan ranted on, then gave Morrison a fierce look and whacked him with her cane. "Out of my way!"

Morrison stepped aside as Molly helped Megan down the steps.

As they were leaving, Morrison turned around. "Not staying with all this snow?"

"Seeing you just irks me. Staying would shave years off my life."

Morrison sighed.

As the car carrying them drove off, Morrison's gaze shifted to Riley. "What have you prepared for me?"

Riley then hurried to the car's trunk, fumbled around, and finally emerged with something in hand.

Morrison, curious, walked over and upon seeing what Riley held, his face darkened. "This is what you've had ready for me?"

Riley offered an awkward smile, "Yes... yes, it is."

"So you thought I'd inevitably need it, huh?"

Riley didn't answer this time. Even though it was true, saying it out loud was definitely a no-go. Silence was akin to agreement.

Morrison, frustrated, gave Riley a smack on the head, "Getting bold, aren't you?"

The hit wasn't hard, but Riley chuckled, "So, are you going to use it?"

"Get lost."

Morrison grabbed a handful of snow and tossed it at him, then turned and strode towards the villa.

Riley looked down at the onion in his hands, shaking his head with a hint of regret.

What a waste.

Even though he didn't catch Mr. Witt actually cutting onions, just knowing the incident had happened was like having a juicy secret in his pocket. Sometimes, he'd dangle it over Mr. Witt like a carrot, half-threatening to spill the beans, which was always good for a laugh.

Just as he was wallowing in disappointment, the object he was holding was suddenly snatched from his grasp.

Looking up, he found Morrison already turning on his heel, clutching the item with an icy expression.

Riley stood there, dumbfounded. It wasn't until Morrison walked inside and firmly shut the door behind him that Riley was jolted back to reality, catching a few snowflakes that had begun to fall.

Was it really that cold outside? Even Mr. Witt's ears had turned a frosty shade of red.

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Inside, Morrison stared at the onion in his hands, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. Damn Riley, he had actually prepared this for him.