Chapter 1828


    Morrison had reached his breaking point. The woman was growing more and more brazen by the


    day. Did she think he was invisible?


    Stuffing a sandwich into his mouth and gulping down his coffee in a few swift swallows, he stood up,


    his face the color of thunder, and marched out of the hospital room.


    By the time Rose reached Winston''s hospital room, a small crowd had already gathered, mainly


    young women, all huddled around the small ss on the door, trying to sneak a peek inside.


    “Seriously, it''s really Winston?"


    "Definitely, I almost bumped into him at the door. He''s staying in this room.


    “I heard he came to R City, but why would he be in the hospital?"


    “No idea, but it looks like he got into a fight, his face and head seemed banged up."


    "A fight? If the media gets wind of this, won''t it blow up into a big deal?"


    "Getting into trouble right after arriving in R City, if this gets out, it''s going to be a sensation!"


    Rose''s heart sank at these murmurs, a bad feeling creeping up on her. An international movie star,


    in a brawl in R City and ending up in a hospital...


    Scores of people were waiting for just one slip-up, and if this incident went public, it would be a


    devastating blow to his career.


    Her expression darkened. All of this hanppened because of her, and if anything serious happened,


    she couldn''t escape me.


    Hospital security and a few in-clothed individuals, likely Winston''s management team, started to


    shoo the crowd away, sticking to a firm "noment" policy.


    Once the hallway cleared, Rose approached the door, about to knock, when a familiar force


    wrapped around her waist, Morrison''s familiar scent enveloping her.


    She turned, finding Morrison beside her with a scowl, his arm possessively pulling her close. He


    grunted at her gaze.


    “Incorrigible woman."


    Rose was still brooding over the recent events, particrly that Morrison was responsible for


    Winston''s hospitalization and the potential media frenzy. She was far from pleased. As his voice fell,


    she pursed her lips and elbowed him hard in the ribs.


    Caught off guard, Morrison winced, his face momentarily contorted with pain. Rose shot him a cold


    nce and knocked on the hospital room door.


    “Damn...” Morrison muttered under his breath, following her in as the door swung open. He was


    determined not to leave Rose alone with that man named Winston.


    Winston looked particrly unwell, and the overnight nurse arranged by Morrison seemed uneasy.


    The room was also upied by members of Winston''s team. They greeted Rose upon her arrival.


    Feeling a twinge of guilt, Rose asked, “Has the doctor been by? How''s he doing?"


    Winston''s assistant, clueless about the true cause of his hospitalization, attempted a weak smile at


    Rose. "Ms. Rose, what brings you here so early?"


    After all, she was the current "big spender, and with Winston''s temperament, getting him to suck up


    to anyone was tougher than climbing to heaven. So, handling these patrons required utmost care.


    Winston could afford to be haughty, but they couldn''t follow suit. They didn''t have that privilege.


    Though they were well aware that their rtionship with Rose was purely transactional. Without


    Winston, the Spotlight Beautypany''s products wouldn''t achieve the desired market impact, and


    sales figures would suffer.


    But, as the party footing the bill, they had to handle the matter delicately.


    Rose offered a faint smile, “Winston was hospitalized, and I had to show my concern. After all, I


    invited him to R City. If anything goes wrong, I can''t shirk responsibility"


    The assistant looked uneasy. "Ms. Rose, you exaggerate. It''s Winston who''s caused trouble that


    may affect you"


    Rose didn''t directly reveal that Winston''s hospital stay was due to a beating from her so-called


    husband, which could spark media interest.


    “What''s important is that he''s alright: “Fortunately, it''s nothing serious. He should be up for our


    productunch."


    “That''s good to hear."


    Winston shot her a frosty nce. This woman, the epitome of a ruthless capitalist, was first in line


    when there were benefits, but at the first sign of trouble, she''d be the quickest to flee.


    Did she not understand why he was in this mess? She was clearly avoiding the real issue.


    “Have you had breakfast?" Rose asked gently.


    “Winston''s a bit grumpy. He''s not one for breakfast."


    Rose nced at Winston, whoseplexion was particrly sullen, and was reminded of one of


    his absolute no-nos.


    His morning mood was infamous. He used to put on a bit of charm for her, but now, not an ounce


    was in sight.


    Raising an eyebrow, she remarked, "Winston, breakfast is a must"


    He red at her, silent.


    “You can''t fight properly on an empty stomach. Morrison had plenty just now."


    Winston''s lips twitched. Was she provoking him?


    As if on cue with Rose''s words, the topic of her sentence appeared before them. The assistant had


    no idea why Rose was bringing up a brawl and Mr.


    Morrison when she was simply encouraging Winston to eat breakfast. He was utterly confused until


    he saw Morrison and promptly greeted him with a cheery smile. “Mr. Morrison, it''s such an honor to


    have you visit Winston"


    In R City, everyone knew about the power of the Witts.


    Winston was about to explode from his assistant''s reaction.


    Morrison, with his air of aloof nobility, gave a curt nod and nced at Winston. “As the ambassador


    for my wife’spany, it''s only proper that I check in on him"


    Winston was so frustrated. These two, Rose and Morrison, were as fake as]


    theye.


    His anger simmering, Winston''s lips twitched into a smile when he took in Morrison''s disheveled


    appearance. “Did you have a run-in with a vampirest night? You look absolutely drained."


    Morrison''s expression darkened instantly. Everyone turned to look at Morrison''s face, and they


    stifled theirughter, not daring to make a sound.


    “Rose has always been about looks, and with you looking like this, be careful she doesn''t ditch you


    for a better face."


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    With that, Winston turned to his assistant, stroking his own face, “How''s my face looking?"


    “Winston, your face is always perfec. Even with the bandages and bruises you''ve got an edgy


    charm that’s hard to fault"


    Winston smirked, satisfied.


    Indeed, while the assistant’s words sounded sycophantic, they were true.


    Even with a white bandage wrapped around his head and bruises on his face, Winston''s rugged


    features exuded a wild beauty.


    He was reminiscent of those rebellious bad boys from high school who managed to look even more


    appealing after a fight, the kind that left many girls’ hearts racing.


    If it weren''t for his status, there would surely be plenty of women vying for his attention, regardless


    of his injuries.


    “Rose, wouldn''t you agree?” Winston asked, turning to her.


    Rose nodded, “Mhm.” As soon as she spoke, Rose felt a piercing cold gaze drilling into her.


    Winston''s mood seemed to have improved as he provocatively looked at Morrison, only to burst into


    laughter upon seeing his already sour expression worsen.


    “Hahaha, Rose, I honestly think you could do better. Come on, open those bright, beautiful eyes of


    yours and tell me, who''s more worthy of your affection? Me or him?"


    Winston''s words made Morrison''s face contort with indignation.


    The assistant nearly copsed right there and then. What kind of otherworldly conversation was


    this? Implying a preference between him and Mr. Morrison for Ms. Rose''s affections? They were a


    married couple, for heaven''s sake!


    What was Winston implying with those words? Didn''t he realize the terrible social repercussions if


    word got out? Was he tired of his smoothly sailing career?


    The assistant looked around the hospital room fearfully, noting only a nurse who seemed just as


    bewildered.


    Caught between embarrassment and resignation, Rose nced at the assistant but said nothing.


    Morrison stepped forward, pulling Rose into his embrace. Narrowing his eyes, he threatened


    Winston, “If you don''t want to end up in the morgue, think before you speak"


    The assistant gripped the footboard of the bed, legs trembling.


    This was a clear yearning towards someone else''s wife; it was no wonder Morrison was livid.


    Those in the entertainment industry might seem morous, but they were also the most vulnerable.


    Every aspect of their lives was magnified, and a single false step could ruin everything. Offending a


    powerful tycoon could ruin someone''s life in an instant.


    Winston''s personality was undeniably brash, but he had spent many years abroad without making


    enemies. He was freshly back in the country, and nothing had been settled yet. If a visit to R City


    meant stirring up such trouble, how would they cope?


    “Mr. Morrison, please don''t be upset. Winston was just joking."


    Morrison shot him a cold nce, “I have eyes; do I not know when someone is joking?"


    The assistant was on the verge of tears. “So, you should take it as a joke"


    “Hmph-’ With a scoff, Morrison turned to Rose, “Are we done here?"


    Rose looked at the assistant, “Are you sure Winston won''t miss the new productunch?"


    The assistant hastened to assure her, “I’ve confirmed with the doctors, and there won''t be any


    issues."


    “When I arrived, I saw a crowd outside. Have you prepared a strategy for dealing with the news


    about Winston''s hospitalization?"


    The assistant nodded, “We''ve informed the Public Rtions Department, and they''ll have a n


    ready soon. It shouldn''t be a big issue"


    Rose was worried, but Morrison suddenly interjected: “And if the media starts specting about


    Winston being a homewrecker, are you prepared for that?"


    The assistant stumbled. “Mr. Morrison, Winston would never..."


    Morrison chuckled coldly, embracing Rose as they turned to leave, "Who do you think put him in the


    hospital?"


    As they reached the door, a thud echoed behind them; the assistant had copsed to the floor in


    shock. He looked at Winston with a mix of fear and disbelief. “You... you didn’t really."


    Winston, fuming from Morrison''sst remark, snapped, “Bring me breakfast!"


    Back in the hospital room, Rose was ready to leave. Morrison wouldn''t have it. He blocked the door,


    giving her no chance to exit.


    Rose stood at the threshold, staring at the man before her with a mix of exasperation and


    amusement. “Morrison, don’t you think you''re being a bit of a bully right now?"


    Unfazed, Morrison retorted, “I''m only a bully because you make me be one.


    You''re never content, are you?"


    Frustrated, Rose shot back, “How am I not content? If anyone''s causing discontent, it''s you. So, in


    the end, it’s your own fault you’ve be a bully.


    Maybe you''ve always been one."


    “Ha! Morrisonughed mockingly, “Yes, I’m a bully. Is this news to you? And yet, you''ve loved me to


    this day"


    “Who says I''m still into you? After all the crap you''ve pulled, why on earth should I be loyal to you?"


    Morrison''s face darkened. "You don''t love me? Who do you love then?!"


    “The world''s full of good-looking guys! Plenty who are better looking than you. Why would I waste


    my love on someone like you, who''s been nothing but a thorn in my side from day one?"


    Morrison stood tall, his dark eyes locking onto Rose with intensity. "You... you dare fall for someone


    else after I''ve bared my soul to you? Are you telling mest night wasn''t enough for you?!"


    Rose''s cheeks flushed a fiery red. "Shameless!"


    "Shameless? As if that stopped you from having a kid."


    Rose choked on her words. "Move aside."


    “No way!"


    “Childish, despicable!"


    Morrison snorted. "Cut the act, Rose. You''re crazy about me. Admit it. Would it kill you?"


    “And why haven''t you said anything all these years?!"


    Morrison, "Getting bolder by the day, aren''t you, Rose?"


    "Then divorce me."


    Morrison''s brow furrowed, his expression turning rigid. "Can we not talk about that right now? I''m


    not in the mood for arguing."


    “Then let me go home."


    “What for?"


    "To rest."


    “Rest here."


    “Morrison...” Rose felt helpless but was caught off guard when Morrison suddenly straightened up,


    reached out to envelop her, and gently kissed her lips.


    "Stay with me, okay?"


    She hadn''t expected his sudden change of attitude, his endless kisses enveloping her.


    She turned her head to dodge him. "You...


    "lL can''t stand not seeing you. It''s strange, but I want to be with you every moment. Just be good,


    and stop driving me crazy."