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Chapter 1804

Winston calmly picked up his water glass, took a sip, and then proceeded to pick up other dishes.

Momson caught sight of his actions out of the corner of his eye, and a cold snort emanated from within.

Winston put another bite of food into his mouth, and his facial features suddenly twisted in response.

Damn, that was sour c2

Winston lifted his gaze to look at Momson, who was calmly eating his own dish, occasionally nodding in

acknowledgment, indicating that the taste was good.

Gritting his teeth, Winston went for another dish Sweet, spicy, pungent, numbing and even some bizarre fusion of

flavors Did Morrison drag the whole spice rack into the kitchen or what?

Winston spent the whole meal chugging water nearly flipping the table in frustration

Morrison, that stingy infuriating mani He clearly cared, yet he resorted to these underhanded tactics.

Rose stood up and dished out bowls of soup for them all

Winston watched the two of them take a sip before cautiously trying it myself. Finally, something that tasted normal

The strange flavors of the dishes made Winston’s bowl of soup disappear at an alarming rate.

Rose, playing the gracious host, was clearly pleased seeing it as a compliment to her cooking skills. She silently got

up and refilled his bowl, placing it in front of him, “Eat

up

Winston could only stare, wondering if they were tag teaming to mess with him. Morrison across the table smirked

in an especially taunting manner.

Narrowing his eyes, Winston twirled his fork and pointed it at the plate of spicy buffalo wings in front of Rose.

Td like to try that. Mind if we swap, little Rose?”

‘Oh sure

Good manners were key after all

She didn’t hesitate and started to switch plates with him.

Morrisons face had turned the color of soy sauce. He shot Winston a cold glare and as they successfully exchanged

plates. Rose obliviously reached for the wings, and Morrison suddenly pressed his fork down on hers.

“What’s wrong” she asked, puzzled

He swapped his plate of dish with hers. “You eat these”

Rose turned to him, still confused “But these are spicy. You can’t handle it

Winston couldn’t help but chuckle from across the table, “What’s the matter, can’t handle a little heat?”

Momson’s expression darkened. I just don’t prefer it,” he claimed, picking up a popper and shoving it into his

mouth.

The slightest twitch of his long dark eyebrows betrayed him

What on earth had he mixed into that? The spiciness was one thing, but the overpowering pepper…

Winston caught every bit of Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually

felt a twinge of sympathy for this Morrison at the doorstep earlier

Rose sat beside them, her fingers sweating as she observed Morrison’s subtle expressions. “Morrison, if you don’t

like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson swallowed the popper with an air of indifference and

followed it with a mouthful of rice. “Tastes fine to me he lied

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Rose poured him a glass of water, still worried

Winston arched an eyebrow, seeing her concern, and reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked

sausage casserole with me?”

“Ub okay”

Rose went to exchange plates again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another plate

in front of her.

Rose was left speechless at his action

Winston casually took the plate from her hands, with a faint smile on his face. And this one too”

One by one. Winston kept trying to exchange dishes with Rose, only to be thwarted by Morrison each time His face

grew more thunderous with each attempt Eventually Winston looked down at the completely changed spread

before him and said. Seems like we should have switched seats from the start Had so fond of my selections, I would

have sat next to Rose night away”

Sweat beaded on Morrison’s forehead, and upon hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork in his direction

Insufferable!

Rose, noticing the tension between the two of them, reached for a dish in front of Marrison As she lifted a piece of

jalapeño popper he

his fork

She looked up at him, and he said with furrowed brows Don’t haven’t had my fill

“If you like it that much, I can always make more for you another time. Rose said helplessly.

He clamped his fork onto hers and placed it back on the table, his demeanor cool I prefer this batch?

With no intention to insist, especially with a quest present Rose let it go

nd it down with a sharp tap of

Throughout the meal. Rase talked to Winston about an upcoming product launch, hoping Winston would make an

appearance Momegn remained silent on the That was Rose’s professional domain Every sentence she uttered

every word camed her own flexible tactics it was the attitude and wisdom necessary for a company leader He didrit

fully understand what Rose was like at work before. Now with just a few simple sentences it seemed like he had

gered a new understanding of her Though the work related conversation was briel, it was clear he couldn’t fit into

their world, leaving him to brood over his indiceritable mesi ha mood growing stormør by

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When dinner finally ended, Morison hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in

entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it was and moved to the living room together

Winston left the dinner party feeling like a million bucks. He’d stuffed himself with a feast, successfully made a fool

of Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so he

didn’t linger. After a short while, he bid farewell and hit the road.

Rose escorted Winston out, then closed the door behind him Morrison remained seated on the sofa

She pressed her lips firmly together as she approached him Despite the evenings awkward moments, she was

grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s visit. “Thanks for sticking with me tonight” she said, it meant

a lot”

Momson, slouching with one arm draped over the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his phone. He murmured a

non–committal “Hmm” in response.

His indifference made Rose pause, but then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip it up again

tomorrow”

Another “Hmm” was all she got

Feeling a tinge of embarrassment. Rose was about to leave for the kitchen. But before she had taken a few steps,

she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As she recalled on

his last response, she realized something was off about his tone.

With a subtle blink of her eyes, she had already stepped forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake “Morrison, are you okay?”

He let out a low groan and slowly lifted his head. “What?”

Instead of reacting to his attitude, Rose was taken aback by his pale, sweaty face Bending down awkwardly due to

her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his face in her hands, her voice laced with panic. “What’s wrong” Where

does it hurt? Tell mel”

Morrison, with furrowed brows and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem inclined to share his feelings.

“Talk to me where does it hurt?

Rose was truly at a loss: Facing such an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it

involved Morrison–his pain was evident, and it was tearing her apart

Noticing her distress, Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

It clicked Rose remembered how he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended

with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know you can’t handle spicy food, so why did you

touch those dishes? I have made your favorites.”

Her voice broke, and Morrison, looking more fragile than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s

hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison. “We need to get you to the hospital, now!

Monson was heavy and despite her efforts, Rose couldn’t budge him. Only when he saw her near tears did he

gather the strength to stand up, taking her hand as he did.

“I’m fine, just calm down,” he said softly

But Rose, tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison, please be okay”

He was taken aback by the sincerity of her worry, the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There

was no hiding it, no denying the truth of her emotions.

He tightened his grip on her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really that worried about me?”

Rose bit her lip “Let’s just go to the hospital”

He didn’t move, still holding on to her hand “Rose, you haven’t answered my question”

She met his gaze, her eyes red and voice firm “Yes, I’m worried about you. I hate seeing you in pain, okay?”

He pressed on, “Why?”

With a surge of imitation. Rose snapped, “Because you’re the father of my child! Is that enough for you?”

Morrison’s frown deepened, apparently not satisfied. “What else?”

Rose hesitated her frustration mounting Did he really need her to spell it out so bluntly?

“Are we going to the hospital or not? if not, I’m going to bed”

Momson, stubborn as ever, was still waiting for an answer

With a huff Rose let go of him and turned to head upstairs “Fine, die then I’ll be perfect–I just take our son and

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remarry”

Her words nearly floored Morrison, who gasped and yanked her back. What did you just say?”

“I said you can drop dead

“If you dare finish that sentence, Rose, I swear

She fell silent Wasnt he the one who had asked her to speak her mind? Fuming she glared at him “So are we going

to the hospital or not?

He didn’t answer

Tired of the struggle, Rose was about to leave when Monson suddenly doubled over, clutching his stomach it hurts

so much!

Instantly, she was at his side “Stop this nonsense we’re going to the hospital

This time, Morrison didnt resist too much Although he grimaced in pain while getting ready be managed to say,

“You can tell me the rest of youa reasona at the hospital. okay?”

Rose barely smiled helping him into his coat His life was on the line and he was still hung up on reasons Always so

stukbom

“Did you hear me

“Theard you. I heard you Grabbing the keys, Rose responded, exasperated

Finally, she slung his arm over her shoulder ready to support him to the car Instead, Morrison’s arm slipped around

her waist. It seemed he was the one holding her as they made their way to the vehicle

At least he was cooperating now Rose had no patience left for argumenta

Morrison’s discomfort wasrit an act. Throughout the drive, he was silent, leaning against the passenger seat with his

hand on his stomath His complexion was pale and

inver dripped down his cheeks

Repped the steering wheel, her focus flitting between the road and Morrison, whose eyes were closed in

discomfort. Every few minutes, she’d reach over to tenderly

pe the beads of sweat from his forehead her movements gentle but tinged with a subtle urgency.

Even with his eyes shut, Morrison could sense the flickering streetlights as they passed painting the inside of his

eyelids with a strobe of light and dark. Rose’s face, etched with worry and glistening with unshed tears, played on a

loop in his mind.

Momson had always been meticulous about his health Beyond the occasional sniffle, he hadn’t had any serious

issues for years. It had been a while since his stomach had acted up Ever since that bout with gastritis a few years

back, he’d been careful to avoid the usual culprits–greasy burgers, fiery hot wings, and the like. But this felt

different, severe in a way he hadn’t experienced before

He couldn’t remember ever being this sick nor could he recall ever being cared for with such concern.

As Rose’s hand reached out once more to comfort him. Morrison’s own hand shot up to grasp hers, pulling it gently

to rest on his stomach just below his chest. Rose’s heartbeat skipped, her fingers curling slightly. “Morrison, I’m

driving”

He didn’t move, and neither did she, not with the hospital now in sight. She slowed the car down and eased it into a

parking space just outside the emergency room

entrance

Rose had called ahead during the drive, and as they arrived, a team of medical staff was ready and waiting.

Morrison was swiftly wheeled into the examination room, and before long the diagnosis came back

Acute gastritis