Chapter 1804


    Winston calmly picked up his water ss, 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, asionally


    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 vors 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 vors of the dishes made Winston’s bowl of soup disappear at an rming rate.


    Rose, ying the gracious host, was clearly pleased seeing it as apliment to her cooking skills.


    She silently got up and refilled his bowl, cing 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 te 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 tes with him.


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


    sessfully exchanged tes. Rose obliviously reached for the wings, and Morrison suddenly


    pressed his fork down on hers.


    “What’s wrong” she asked, puzzled


    He swapped his te 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 imed, 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 andughed 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, concerncing 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


    Rose poured him a ss 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 tes again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and


    slid another te in front of her.


    Rose was left speechless at his action


    Winston casually took the te 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 jpe?o 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 mped his fork onto hers and ced 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 uing productunch, 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 apany 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 rted conversation was briel, it was clear he couldn’t fit into their world,


    leaving him to brood over his indiceritable mesi ha mood growing storm?r by


    The minute


    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,


    sessfully 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 nonmittal “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 hisst 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 ced 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 voiceced 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 red 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 difort. “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 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 red 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?”


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    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 difort wasrit an act. Throughout the drive, he was silent, leaning against the


    passenger seat with his hand on his stomath Hisplexion 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 difort. 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, yed on a loop in his mind.


    Momson had always been meticulous about his health Beyond the asional 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 tofort 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