?Chapter 1786


    Rose was always wary of Morrison''s temper, fearing he would storm off at any moment. Instead, he just sat there, stone-faced, and resumed eating with his fork.


    After dinner, Megan called Morrison into her study, her face icy. Rose helped the servants with a simple cleanup and was respectfully escorted out by them.


    In the living room, she nced at the clock and turned to Molly lounging on the couch. "It''s gettingte. I should be going."


    Molly, as thedy of the wealthy family, had a gentle temperament and elegant manners. She never put on airs or spoke harshly. Upon hearing Rose''s departure, she softly said, "Won''t you wait for Morrison?"


    Rose hesitated, leaving with Morrison? Perhaps she was too ustomed to her solitary life. She had never considered going anywhere with Morrison. Deep down, she knew that Morrison wasn''t interested either.


    She picked up her purse with a light smile, "No, we each drove our own cars. He may have other things to doter."d2


    Molly got up, with a hint of apology in her eyes. As a woman herself, she had seen the nasty rumors online. But at the end of the day, it was always the women who suffered. If not for her good-for-nothing son, Rose wouldn''t have to bear all this.


    Yet Morrison was stubborn. No matter what she said, it seemed to have no effect on him.


    "Rose, sometimes men can be a bit slow in matters of the heart. He''s still young, and there are things he needs to experience and understand bit by bit. I know it''s hard for you, but be patient. Maybe when the babyes, he''ll settle down."


    Rose could hear Molly''s remorse, "Thank you for telling me these. I understand."


    Molly nodded, and Rose smiled, "I''ll be going now."


    "Drive carefully."


    "Will do."


    --


    Being scolded by Megan was nothing new to Morrison. The two of them descended the stairs with gloomy expressions.


    "Where''s Rose?" Megan scanned the living room.


    "She''s already left," replied Molly.


    Morrison''s dark eyes flickered, his brows furrowing in displeasure.


    Hearing this, Megan scoffed. "See? She doesn''t care about him at all, yet he thinks he''s a chick ma."


    Morrison''s face darkened further, "Don''t call me home unless it''s necessary." With that, he strode towards the exit.


    Watching Morrison leave, Molly sighed in resignation, "Mom, let them handle their problems. Every time you see Morrison, you give him an earful. It might be counterproductive."


    Megan sighed, wearing an expression of helplessness. "I know that. But how much patience is a woman expected to have? I fear Morrison will regret his actions one day, or worse, he''ll break Rose''s heart. Then what?"


    Molly fell silent, her face a mask of worry. "But if we meddle too much, Morrison might resent Rose even more."


    "Alright, I won''t interfere anymore. That boy never listens to me anyway."


    --


    "Moon, little Moon?"


    The first thing Rose did when she got home was look for her golden retriever. She hadn''t seen the puppy since afternoon, and it had been several hours since then. Left alone in therge vi, the puppy had the run of the ce.


    As soon as it heard the door, it started barking. When Rose called out, it barked even more excitedly.


    Rose saw the small, furball scampering down the stairs, its barks adorable.


    While Rose was changing her shoes, it had already run to her feet, happily circling around her.


    Usually, she dreadeding home. Her home with Morrison felt more like a lonely house. Each time she returned, she would be greeted by silence. There were no expectations, and there was no one waiting for her.


    But now, with the puppy, she wasn''t alone anymore. She picked up the puppy and walked into the living room. She checked its food and water bowls on the balcony; seeing that there was still some left, she knew it hadn''t gone hungry. She sighed in relief.


    In the middle of the living room, she saw its chew toy and a slipper it had dragged out. She scratched its little head, murmuring, "What have you been doing all alone, huh? Didn''t get into any trouble, did you?"


    "Woof woof woof."


    Rose chuckled, replenishing its food and water before turning away.


    The puppy followed her up the stairs, even into the bathroom. Rose shooed it out a few times, but to no avail. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and smirked. "Since you insist on following me, don''t regret itter."


    Of course, the dog had no idea what she meant. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the puppy''s frantic barks.


    When they emerged, Rose was in a white bathrobe, cradling a wet, shivering puppy. She ced it on the bathroom counter, grinning at its pitiful state, but she couldn''t bear to see it shivering, so she took one of Morrison''s towels from the drawer, wrapped the puppy in it, and began to dry it off.


    "Woof woof woof."


    "There, there, don''t be upset. You''ll be fine in a bit, be good."


    After drying it off, she hung the towel and took out a hairdryer. She also found a smallb and started to dry its fur. The warm air wasforting, and the puppyy obediently on the counter.


    After grooming the puppy, Rose left it outside the bathroom. By the time she had dried her hair and came out, it was already curled up on the bed, grooming itself.


    Raising an eyebrow, she changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. The puppy stopped grooming and snuggled up to her, resting against her arm.


    Rose was touched. She ran her hand through its soft fur, with a smile on her face. "So you''re sleeping with me again tonight?"


    "Woof woof woof."


    "Alright, since we already slept togetherst night, sleeping together again won''t make a difference."


    The golden retriever, in azy posture, suddenly perked up and barked twice towards the direction of the door.


    Rose held him closer, lifting the nket to cover him. "Quiet now, time for bed."


    The golden retriever squirmed but couldn''t ovee Rose''s strength and whimpered, which she promptly ignored.


    Rose''s abrupt departure stirred a sense of irritation in Morrison. After leaving the mansion, he pulled over the car halfway, lit a cigarette, and was silent for a while alone.


    His dark eyes were filled with solitude, veiled in the smoke, blurring his expressionless yet handsome face.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    Rose, a woman he should never have crossed paths with in his life, suddenly became his wife.


    That proud and arrogant woman, actually used a child to marry him.


    Heh... A low, sarcastic chuckle echoed in the car. He rolled down the window, flicked the cigarette butt onto the road, and started the car again. Tonight, he was curious to see how she was living after scheming to marry him. Did she ever regret her choice?


    He parked the car downstairs, rummaged through the car''s glovepartment for the keys he initially tossed in, got out of the car, and unsurprisingly opened the door.


    The lights in the living room were on. He habitually wanted to change his shoes, but to his surprise, he didn''t find his slippers at the entrance. He even humbled himself to open the shoe cab and look for a while, but to no avail.


    He frowned and had to put on a spare pair of Rose''s slippers. The slippers deformed noticeably as he squeezed his feet into them. Approaching the living room, he saw a toothbrush that had lost its bristles and a pair of dirty men''s slippers in the middle of the room. They seemed familiar.


    He had been here before on their wedding day. Whose men''s slippers could be in this house, if not his?


    But why did they look like this? Was this how she treated his belongings when he was away?


    Frowning, he went directly upstairs, urately located the bedroom, and opened the door.


    The sudden sound startled Rose, who jerked up from the bed. Her face was pale with fear. When she saw who it was, she didn''t feel relieved. Instead, she felt irritated. "Are you out of your mind? Coming home in the middle of night without even telling me?"


    She was surprised that he came back, but after calming down, she felt more anger.


    Morrison furrowed his brows, "I''ming back to my own home. Do I need to inform you in advance?"


    Rose was startled, seeing that he had no intention of apologizing, but instead had a sarcastic questioning expression, she gave a coldugh. "Nice to see you remember."


    Morrison narrowed his eyes.


    Rose took a deep breath and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"


    "Are you suggesting I must have a reason toe here?"


    She nced at him,y back down and crawled back under the covers, holding the little creature even tighter in her arms. "Then do as you please."


    He choked on his breath. He narrowed his eyes and walked straight into the bathroom in the room.


    When the door closed, Rose opened her eyes, and her grip on the golden retriever tightened. He actually came back without any warning.


    He went into the bathroom, so he was going to stay here tonight?


    She nced at the empty side of the bed, pursed her lips, and suddenlyughed at herself. She was overthinking. Who said that if he came back, he had to sleep with her?


    She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.


    Rose turmed slightly, turning her head towards the window. The sound of the shower in the bathroom didn''tst long, and although Rose didn''t want to care, she couldn''t help feeling nervous.


    She could control the overall situation in thepany, and handle every emergency in a well-organized manner, but she didn''t know how to deal with Morrison in a foolproof way.


    But how could it be foolproof? For Rose, one sess among countless failures would be enough when it came to Morrison.


    After about ten minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. A few minutester, the bathroom door opened.


    Rose held the golden retriever tighter, her heart pounding. She turned her back to him, listening to his footsteps, and felt him standing next to her. She could vaguely hear some rubbing sounds as well.


    She seemed to think of something, her eyes suddenly wide open, and Morrison''s voice rang out at this moment. "Where are my bathrobe and other toiletries?"


    She didn''t speak, but turned her head immediately.


    At first nce, she saw the man''s robust physique, with a loosely draped towel around his waist. His slender waist had no excess fat, a few abdominal muscles tightly embedded in his lower abdomen. His strong waist and narrow hips were indeed well-developed, perfectly sculpted in a way that women often found attractive. The two lines of his abdominal muscles were especially provocative, tempting anyone with their unrestrained disy.


    Rose couldn''t help but blush, but her gaze was fixed on Morrison''s head. He was casually drying his hair while looking down at her.


    She stared at the towel in his hand for a long time, struggling to hold backughter. In the end, she couldn''t help it. She couldn''t keep the smile from creeping up to her lips andughed.


    Morrison paused, watching her inexplicableughter, his eyes darkened. "Are you crazy?"


    The smile on Rose''s face didn''t fade at his words, "No."


    "I''m asking about my bathrobe and toiletries!"


    "There aren''t any."


    Morrison stopped drying his hair, "What do you mean there aren''t any?"


    Rose''s eyes flickered, hiding her guilt. She slightly turned her body and turned her head back. "It means that they expired, and I haven''t prepared new ones yet."


    Morrison threw the towel on the bed and looked at her coldly. "Bathrobes can expire? Mine expired but yours didn''t?"


    Rose choked, "I asionally wore the bathrobe. When I put it in the washing machine, it identally got dyed."


    Morrison didn''t say anything more. He opened the wardrobe to find some clothes to wear, and all he saw were women''s clothes. He frowned, and besides finding two of his own suits in the far corner, he found nothing.


    His face darkened even more. He went into the bathroom and took his phone from his pocket. Rose heard him instructing his assistant to prepare his clothes.


    After he hung up the phone, he walked out again. This time he went straight to the other side of the bed.


    Rose noticed this and looked up at him, her eyes filled with tension. "What are you doing?"


    Morrison threw her a chilling nce, "You sure you want to waste your breath on me?"


    Rose pursed her lips, noticing Morrison bending over to lift the corner of the quilt, and she hastily reached out to hold onto it.


    His icy eyes bore into her, "What are you doing?"


    "I...," Rose swallowed nervously. "I''m pregnant. I''m notfortable sleeping with someone."