Chapter 1799


    Before she could finish, her words were silenced by a passionate, punishing kiss. The first


    sensation was pain.


    As if he was punishing her, angry with her, biting her lips in retaliation.


    After the initial shock, all she felt was surprise. Her eyes widened, her body frozen in ce as she


    gazed up at the handsome face she''d been yearning for over the years.


    The painful grip on her lips had long since lost its initial intent. Now, his cool lips were grinding and


    caressing hers, parting her teeth.


    At that moment of mutual intimacy, Rose''s wide-eyed surprise quivered slightly, her hand gripping


    the edge of the kitchen counter tightening, then rxing. Slowly, her hand dropped to her side,


    gently grabbing the hem of his shirt.b2


    She tilted her head back, quietly epting the sudden, unexpected kiss. She didn''t move, yet inside


    she was frantic. If she could, she would want nothing more than to respond to him without


    hesitation.


    But she was afraid. Afraid that her response might provoke his disgust, or wake him from his dream,


    causing him to say it was all a misunderstanding. What would she do then?


    She''d been wanting this man for too long. Countless nights, lying in bed, she''d thought about how to


    rid herself of this obsession with Morrison.


    In those moments of impulse, she''d fantasized about pinning him to the bed, stripping him bare, and


    finally satisfying her long-held desires. The next day, she could just put her pants back on, slip into a


    dress, pretend nothing had happened, and walk away, carefree.


    So she could im that she''d loved and she''d had him.


    After the school reunion, she didn''t know what it truly felt like to be with him. She''d had him, but still,


    it wasn''t enough.


    People were never satisfied, always wanting more.


    Seeing the stiffness in Rose''s body, Morrison''s eyes narrowed slightly, his hand gripping her waist


    tighter. Rose found it hard to breathe, her breathing out in short, heated gasps. The softness of


    her voice only served to heighten the intimacy of the moment. Morrison''s breath hitched in


    response.


    Rose, being pressed firmly by Morrison, could only tilt her head back to respond to his weight. The


    situation was somewhat out of control. Just a kiss seemed to ignite a spark in both of them. It wasn''t


    until Morrison''s body pressed closer, his body against her belly, that Rose suddenly came back to


    her senses, turning her head to avoid his kiss.


    Morrison''s lips brushed past the corner of her mouth and cheek, finding only air.


    Rose''s hand had somehow found its way to his chest, gently pushing him away. Her cheeks were


    flushed, Morrison''s warm breath tickling her ear. She lowered her gaze, “Stop.”


    She held onto Morrison''s shirt tightly, her voice filled with tension and shyness. "You... are pressing


    against me."


    After saying these words, she lowered her head even more.


    Morrison''s expression changed slightly. He knew their current position all too well. As for what was


    pressing against her, no one knew better than him.


    His face turned sour. Being interrupted like this, and having it pointed out so bluntly by her, how


    could he be in a good mood?


    But seeing her blush and shy demeanor, especially her reddening ears, it somehow eased his


    irritation. The usually arrogant and dismissive Rose also had moments like this.


    Staring at her delicate earlobe close at hand, he once again leaned in and bit it.


    Caught off guard, Rose''s body tensed and shuddered slightly. She flinched, pulling her neck back


    and looking at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her expression a mix of surprise and shyness.


    "You..."


    Morrison straightened up slightly, a grunt escaping him as he fixed his dark gaze on her face. “This


    is your punishment for cooking for another man in front of your husband, taking matters into your


    own hands without permission, and mentioning the name of your rumored boyfriend.”


    Rose: "Wasn''t it you who wanted to ask me again?"


    Morrison squinted at her, “You could have changed your answer.


    How could she possibly change it? She had told him once at the supermarket, and just now she had


    answered him again.


    He obviously knew, yet he still asked her again. The answer to him had always been the same, so


    how else would she answer it?


    “So you better remember that, otherwise, the punishment won''t just stop here.’


    Morrison''s voice was slightly harsh, and after finishing, he straightened up and let go of her.


    Yes. He did know. The moment she mentioned him while preparing dinner, he knew. However, he


    needed a reason to "punish" her. So the name "Winston" was a great reason.


    As long as it came from her mouth, he had every reason to give her a taste of punishment.


    He was well aware of her answer to "Winston, but what he wanted was to coax her into saying it


    herself.


    And this woman didn''t disappoint him.


    A smile appeared on his lips curled up almost imperceptibly. Mission aplished.


    Feeling satisfied with his aplishment, he was naturally in a good mood.


    “Are you still cooking?"


    He suddenly asked, leaving Rose in a dilemma. She looked at him with some hesitation, "I''ve


    already told him. If | cancel now, it wouldn''t be very nice. He really is my golden goose."


    Morrison raised an eyebrow, "So?"


    Rose bit her lip, "I''ll cook.”


    "Hmm." Morrison made a sound of acknowledgement, his face wearing a somewhat “strange” smile


    in Rose''s eyes, “You wait and see."


    Rose blinked, staring at him with confusion. What did he mean by that?


    But after Morrison finished speaking, his hand, which had been around Rose''s waist, pinched her


    waist lightly before letting her go and walking out.


    Rose blinked, feeling a sense of unease, but after thinking about it, what kind of punishment could


    he give her for waiting?


    After that, she didn''t give it much thought.


    Did he think she was easy to deal with? Just say punishment and there would be punishment?


    Hopefully, he didn''t forget that she was pregnant now.


    Rose raised her eyebrows and continued to busy herself in the kitchen. Serving Winston, this living


    god, was like earning money for her son''s meal.


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    After about half an hour in the kitchen, she finally stepped out. She refreshed little Moon''s food and


    water, pulled the bag in front of the sofa out, nced at it, and then put all the items in the storage


    cab. They could be used as backup in the future.


    She looked around the room. Morrison didn''t have many of his belongings in the house, but


    somehow, it felt as though he had taken over. His shoes were on the rack, his jacket casually


    draped over the couch, and his coffee mug resided on the coffee table. These small changes made


    the house feel different.


    It was as though the house was marked with his presence, and his scent. She realized that was


    why the house


    didn''t feel so empty anymore.


    Breathing in deeply, she leaned back on the sofa, a warm smile ying on her lips. She didn''t know


    why he had suddenly decided toe home, but she didn''t want to dwell on it. A reason meant


    having a reality that she might not want to face.


    She picked up her phone and checked her emails. Owing to her pregnancy, her colleagues were


    handling most of the paperwork, only escting issues to her when they couldn''t reach a


    consensus.


    After quickly replying to a few emails, she began researching prenatal yoga and swimming sses,


    intent on finding the most reliable centers. She wanted to make sure everything was safe for her


    baby.


    When Morrison came down, he found her engrossed in her phone on the couch, with a serious


    expression on her face.


    "Morrison, are you not going to work?" she asked, looking up at him in surprise, when she heard


    Moon barked.


    “I''m hungry,’ was his nonchnt response.


    ncing at her phone, she realized it was already close to noon and quickly got up. “Wait a


    moment, I''ll make lunch."


    Without a word, Morrison watched as she headed to the kitchen, followed by her little pet dog. He


    nced at her phone on the coffee table and curiosity got the better of him.


    Snooping through someone''s phone was indeed hical. He knew that, but he couldn''t help


    himself. He leaned over and took a quick peek at the screen. She was looking for swimming pools.


    By the time lunch was ready, half an hour had passed.


    "Morrison, lunch is ready.’ she called from the dining room. Moon echoed her with a couple of barks.


    In the dining room, a simple meal of three dishes and a soup was spread out on the table. The food


    looked appetizing, prompting him to give Rose a second nce before he sat down to eat.


    They ate breakfast and lunch together today. Despite spending the whole day at home, she felt that


    time flies and was fulfilling.


    Watching Morrison pick up his chopsticks and take the first bite, she secretly breathed a sigh of


    relief when she saw that he did not show any difference. Smiling, Rose also picked up her bow! and


    began to eat.


    “Are you not going to work today?" she asked after they finished eating.


    "Day off." was his short answer.


    "Okay."


    She picked up her phone again and resumed her research. Morrison stood there for a moment,


    feeling ignored.


    "Rose.


    “Hmm?"


    “Aren''t you going to exercise after eating? “It''s not good for the baby if you don''t digest properly."


    "I''ll take a walk outsideter."


    Morrison seemed unsatisfied with her answer. "For the sake of my son''s health, | intend to follow the


    doctor''s advice and make sure you''re a responsible expectant mother."


    "Meaning?" Her face scrunched up in confusion. What was he trying to say?


    “The doctor suggested you swim, right? Go change. I''ll take you."


    Her jaw dropped in surprise. This was certainly unexpected.


    “What are you looking at? If you''re not going, I''m going without you."


    She blinked, then stood up, clutching her phone. “Let''s go."


    With augh, she headed upstairs to change.


    When she was ready, Morrison was already waiting for her in the car outside. The warm air inside


    the car was a wee relief from the chill outside.


    Morrison had chosen the best swimming pool in town. The ce was well-equipped, with


    professional trainers and a pleasant environment. As they walked in, Rose suddenly remembered


    something. “Morrison."


    “What is it?" he asked, turning to look at her.


    "L..1 forgot my swimsuit."


    He looked her up and down, with a smirk on his face. "Do you really think your old swimsuit still


    fits?"


    Flushing, she looked down at her belly. Right, she probably couldn''t fit into it anymore.


    With a chuckle, he took her hand and led her inside.


    His tall and straight figure, though covered by a coat, made the women in the pool fantasize about


    him in a swimming suit.


    As for the woman beside him, who bowed her head and seemed to be a bit fat on her belly, no one


    paid any attention.


    Inside, it was like a mini shopping mall. From swimsuits to swimming gear to kid''s toys, everything


    was avable. The ce was warm and cozy, with men and women strolling around in their


    swimming attire. Rose, despite being a seasoned city-girl, blushed and tried to avoid looking at the


    scantily d men, instead focusing on the women.


    But she couldn''t help but notice the way the women looked at Morrison, openly flirting and throwing


    him suggestive looks. Her face darkened instantly, and she gripped his hand tighter.


    Morrison, cool as a cucumber, didn''t bat an eyelid as he led her to a swimwear boutique, dropping


    the phrase “maternity swimwear’ as if it was the most natural thing in the world.


    The sales associate, dressed in a chic bikiniyered with a sheer cover-up, had that seductive and


    secretive aura about her. Her eyes lit up when she saw Morrison, a flirty flick of her hair sending a


    wave of her perfume towards them.


    Morrison''s brow furrowed slightly in response, while Rose found herself shielding her nose from the


    overpowering scent.


    Oblivious, the sales associate cast Rose a friendly nce and asked, "Ma''am, do you swim?"


    Rose shook her head, "No, | don''t"


    Neither she nor Chloe could swim. If she could, she wouldn''t have been left screaming in horror


    from the boat when Chloe fell into the water.


    "Then you might as well pick a set from here, there''s less fabric and it''ll be less of a burden for you


    psychologically."


    Rose looked where she was pointing and grimaced.


    Of course, it a three-piece bikini, as sexy as it got.


    Sure, it was how women''s swimwear should look. She might have even wanted to wear something


    like this in the past. But now, she was pregnant.


    “Considering my figure..."


    "Especially because you''re pregnant, you should wear these. Think about the gentle flow of water,


    your baby wouldn''t like all that excess fabric, right? Besides, being pregnant is such a proud


    moment, and there''s no need to hide it. So whatever you wear, you''ll be the sexiest one. Isn''t that


    right, sir?"