The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1803

Rose glanced at him perplexingly from the living room before getting into the kitchen with an air of confusion.

Every time Rose finished whipping up a dish, she’d carry it out with pride, and occasionally, Morrison would pop into

the kitchen to lend a helping hand.

The guy was acting like the picture–perfect citizen–helpful, kind, and honest to a fault

But to apply such descriptors to Morrison was like seeing pigs fly Had Morrison been possessed by some kind of

spirit today?

Rose shook her head, utterly clueless about what had gotten into him. She lifted the lid of the stew pot, gave it a

stir, and covered it again, then glanced at the casserole

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Winter was all about having that steaming hearty pot as the main event.

At the moment, Winston was dressed to the nines, but oddly enough, he found himself lounging on the couch,

silently watching the muted TV phone in hand I’ve been invited over to Rose’s for dinner tonight I gotta ask, is her

cooking any good?”

Chloe, at that moment, was holding a fruit tray and eating fruit Upon hearing Winston’s words, she paused for a

moment “Rose’s cooking herself?”

“Yeah, she assured me it would be a meal to remember I’m just worried she might poison me”

Chloe blinked, slightly amused. “I haven’t witnessed how amazing her cooking skills are, but I have seen her in the

kitchen a few times. Didn’t pay much attention, though, There were some cooking classes back in school

She paused, biting into an apple with a somewhat bemused expression Rose nearly blew up the classroom once. As

for the edibility of her food turning every dish into a variety of flavors, including the occasional scorched surprise,

was definitely among her skills.

“What happened in the cooking class?!”

Winston’s voice took on a darker tone. Chloe swallowed her apple and cleared her throat “It was fine. Imagine, a

girl of her status, how picky could she be” if she says it’s good, how could it be wrong? As for this whole poisoning

thing, you’re joking, right?”

“Summers The more you talk, the less convinced I am.”

Chloe’s features twisted awkwardly. Then you must be hearing things. Rose’s pregnant now. She has to eat what

she cooks, too. There’s no way she’d risk her own and her baby’s health just to poison you.”

Winston fell silent for a moment, then grabbed a box from the coffee table and stood up “Alright, then I guess I’ll

grace her with my presence tonight. Gotta go, I’m heading

out

“Wait, hold on a sec”

Chloe called out, and Winston raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

“Well when you get there, see if Morrison is around. And try to be extra charming with Rose”

Winston scoffed dismissively as he reached for the door. Do you know how much I’m worth? You want me to flirt

with Rose and give the media something juicy?

“it’s win win. It’s not like it’s real. Plus, it’ll stir up some attention, good for your image, right?”

“Like I care about that?”

Chice pouted “Even better, then Look, just give Momson a little sense of insecurity, okay?

As Winston strolled past the garden wall, he chuckled at Chloe’s words, then fell silent for a few seconds before

breaking into laughter.

“My dear Miss Summers, you wouldn’t be setting up a string of men in R City, would you?”

Chloe took another bite of her banana, looking up to see a tall, imposing figure descending the staircase She

coughed lightly.

“What are you talking about? Rose is a catch; she’s got plenty of admirers. Why would I need to arrange anything?

With your charm and good looks. enough Just make sure James feels the heat Gotta go.”

Before Winston could respond she hung up the call

“Why aren’t you obediently staying in the study? What are you doing here, hmm?

The man’s towering presence matched his deep voice his forehead touching hers as his arms encircled her waist,

pulling her close.

Chloe quickly showed him the fruit plate Tm just enjoying some frut

Damon glanced at the plate before sitting beside her on the couch, pulling her onto his lap

Chice guarding her fruit plate looked down at him from her elevated position.

“Who did you say was handsome and successful?

Chice fell silent

“Hmm?” Damon persisted offering a slice of banana to her lips.

Chloe bit down blurting out “Just Winston Hes in R City now I told him to perhaps flirt a little with Rose”

After swallowing the banana, Chise gave Damon a grin, her bright teeth glearning

Damon’s eyes shifted slightly, a hall umile crossing lus face “Amn’t you afraid it might turn real?

Chlor blinked in confusion: “What do you meati?

“What if Winston actually falls for Home

Chloe expression waveted as she waved her hands domasnerty “Tinpossible”

Damon chuckled lightly What’s impossible? Didnt you say kota is great? font she

Chloe face looked somewhat uncomfortable

towards het, he would undoubtedly get hurt.

monal and delenialy worth beng ikad by others, but i

However, the very next second. Chine stook her head resolutely No is impossible nation won’t fall for Host He krest

that R

Damon smiled lightly, offering her an apple. “Love in unpredictable, who knows?

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Chapter 1803

Claudely lost her appetite for fruit.

Damon took a bite of the apple himself, then leaned in to kiss her. It was his fault for bringing up such matters.

Chice resisted, pushing against his shoulders. “Don’t-”

“Good Lord”

Damon’s lips were locked onto Chloe’s in a fierce, possessive kiss when Elizabeth’s voice suddenly shattered the

moment. Chloe’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she pushed him away with unexpected strength.

Just when she feared the intrusion, it happened

Damon looked up at the staircase with a scowl. Elizabeth stood at the top, hand over her mouth, looking like she

couldn’t decide whether to stay or flee.

“It is a public space, for heaven’s sake

Winston ended the call and rang the doorbell of the Rose household.

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for Morrison. The poor guy had no idea that Rose’s so–called good friend

was nothing short of a witch, plotting behind his back like this

At the sound of the bell Rose emerged from the kitchen, but Morrison had beaten her to the door.

She followed untrusting, and watched as Morrison swung the door open to reveal Winston. Their eyes clashed,

tension clashing in an instant.

Winston raised an eyebrow, “Oh, you re home? And here I thought it was going to be a cozy dinner for two with

sweet little Rose”

The task of playing the dutiful guest was not lost on him.

From the corner. Rose nearly kicked Winston for his sudden madness. Sweet little Rose, my foot!

Momson’s usually stoic face darkened, a forced smile barely curving his lips after sending Winston a barrage of icy

glares. “Welcome,” he said, though it was clear he meant

anything but

Winston glanced at Morrison, puzzled by his bizarre hospitality. Did he have some nerve disorder today?

Rose, feeling awkward shot Winston a glare What a troublemaker.

However, Winston ignored it and handed what he was holding to Morrison. “This is for you.”

Momson took it with disdain. “How thoughtful of you.”

Then Winston handed a small, exquisite box to Rose, “And this is for you. Saw it and thought it was just your style”

Curiosity piqued, Rose opened the box right away to find a diamond necklace with a simple, elegant teardrop

pendant, glittering inside. She gasped, “Isn’t this a bit too extravagant?

Winston lacked eyes with her, with a faint smile, “Isn’t our relationship beyond measuring worth?”

Rose was at a loss for words, especially under Winston’s intense gaze. Was he out of his mind?

The atmosphere turned frosty beside him, and Winston found it increasingly amusing Provoking Momson was

turning out to be more entertaining than any flirtation with Rose

“Why don’t you come in? it’s chilly by the door Morrison said abruptly, pulling Rose into his embrace in a bold claim

of territory

Roses smile stiffened.

As Winston entered and the door closed behind him, Rose excused herself, “Tve got dishes on the stove. You two

entertain each other for a while”

“Take your time, Winston said with a grin

Once Rose left, the living room was tense with Momson and Winston exchanging forced smiles.

Momson was blunt. “Dinner’s almost ready. I don’t see the need for pleasantries, do you?”

Winston shrugged, feigning indifference. Il check on Rose in the kitchen. I feel terrible she’s fussing over dinner

while pregnant”

Momson clenched his jaw. “‘Well it’s fine Dealing with quests naturally requires some sincerity. You don’t need to go

to the kitchen. After all, you are the quest. It’s unreasonable to invite guests for a meal and then ask them to help

in the kitchen. The quests should just wait to be served. Feel free to sit I go to the kitchen and check if my wife has

everything ready

His emphasis on guest and the mention of his wife was pointed but his polite smile made it impeccable

Winston raised an eyebrow clearly riled by Morrisons barbs

Momson smirked, but his anger simmered beneath the surface Winstons reaction proved he cared, and the thought

of him coveting Rose sent a fare of jealousy through Momson

In the dining room Momson took out his frustration by pouring condiments over Winston’s plate

Rose was still busy in the kitchen oblivious to the silent battle outside

When Morrison finally stirred the dishes to his satisfaction, his mood lightened just a touch. He then joined Rose in

the kitchen

“Why are you back here? When’s Winston?

Morrison glared at her. The house isn’t that bag, he can’t get lost?

Rose grimaced at his sharp tongue

In the living room, their golden retriever Moon barked playfully at Winston clearly taken with him Morrison’s frown

diepered at sight of the traitorous pooch

“Dinner’s ready Rose called from the dining room, and Morrison plastered on a warmni sutile

“It seems Moon’s taken a liking to you” Morrison said dryly

“Moon” That’s a nice name for the little guy Winston replied casually

“Enough chit chat, the foods getting cold Rose insisted

As they settled at the table. Morrison’s demeanor softened slightly

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Nose is quite skilled in the kitchen. I haven’t had the chance to enjoy her cooking many times. You’re in for a treat

today” Morrison said casually.

Winston arched an eyebrow. “You guys have been hitched for what almost three months now? How come you’ve

hardly had her cooking?”

Roses expression stiffened slightly, and she seemed momentarily at a loss for words. Morrison’s face also took on a

chill.

“Let’s dig in before it gets cold Rose quickly added picking up some veggies with her fork and placing them onto her

plate.

Winston cast a sidelong glance at Morrison and grabbed his own fork, “Alright then, let’s see if your cooking is as

good as you brag it to be.”

Rose gave a small smile. I told you it’ll be a taste you’ll never forget”

Morrison chimed in, “It’s a rare opportunity, make sure you get your fill.”

Winston lifted an eyebrow and forked a piece of green bean salad into his mouth. Instantly, his entire body

stiffened, and his face froze over

Rose stared at him expectantly. “Well? How is it?

Her face Lord, he felt like he deserved a thousand cuts for not giving her some praise

His eyes shifted to Morrison and caught the smug triumphant look on his face. In a flash, he got the picture. This

damn man, playing such childish games

With no reply forthcoming, disappointment washed over Rose’s face, “Is it not good?”

Seeing her looking extremely disappointed and upset, Winston slowly swallowed the food. “It’s good. I’m actually

surprised that your cooking is actually this good”

At his words, Rose’s face lit up with a smile “Then have some more”

Winston’s eyelid twitched, “Sure will.”

Casting a glance at Morrison, Winston saw him smugly take a hearty bite of his own dish. “Yeah, you’re really

getting the hang of this cooking thing.”

Saying so, he served Rose another helping, which she ate with an even wider smile

“Mmm, a total success.”

Winston rolled his eyes.

Damn it! This shameless, childish, and petty man was actually resorting to such shameless, childish, and low–level

tactics.