Chapter 1840


    If it weren''t for the fact that someone had decided to pit her against Rose over the same dress,


    things might not have escted to this point.


    Mason arched an eyebrow and scratched his temple, with a sheepish expression on his face. "Hey,


    I was just doing a favor for someone."


    Who would''ve thought that a dress-sh could cause such a drama? Indeed, that woman was just


    as the rumors had said—a real she-devil.


    A simple garment had sparked this whole "bloodbath," probably all part of her wicked n.


    He shivered involuntarily. Terrifying, utterly terrifying.


    Rose noticed Mason''s words, as well as his subsequent expressions and subtle actions. She raised


    an eyebrow, a hint of confusion shing in her eyes.d2


    Doing a favor for someone?


    When she first realized her dress shed with Mona''s, she thought it had been Mona''s doing—like


    she was unting her victory.


    She''d even worried that someone would make a joke out of the baby bump she was sporting. After


    all, a dress-sh was one thing, but with her protruding belly, it could be aughingstock.


    But now, it seemed the tables had turned in her favor. Who could be behind this?


    Catching Rose''s gaze, Mason lifted his head and offered her a small smile and a nod. She nodded


    back, smiling.


    The hand wrapped around her waist tightened. Snapping back to reality, she noticed Morrison


    ring at her with a furrowed brow. "What''s up?"


    Morrison pursed his lips. "Stay away from him, he''s a creep."


    Rose was speechless for a moment before retorting, "Have you seen the state your Mona''s in? And


    you''re worried about others?"


    "What are you talking about, when is she mine? Watch your mouth."


    Rose chuckled, shrugged off his grip, and ran her fingers through her hair.


    "It''s not now, but it was before."


    With that, she nced up at him with a raised eyebrow and casually wished him a "Happy Birthday"


    before turning and walking toward the exit of the banquet hall, leaving an agitated Mona behind.


    "Where are you going?" Morrison hurried after her.


    Rose didn''t respond.


    "Rose! You haven''t had your cake yet."


    "I''m skipping it. Sweets are just too cloying for my taste right now. Why are you following me?


    There''s a whole crowd waiting to eat your birthday cake."


    "The cake is right there, and whoever wants a piece can help themselves—I''m not stopping them."


    Rose halted, scanning the surroundings before shifting her gaze to Morrison. "Are you sure you


    want to leave all your guests hanging like this?"


    Morrison paused, turned, and shouted to Riley: "Order two more cakes, make sure everyone gets


    their fill, and thank them foring."


    The crowd was too stunned to react. This Mr. Witt of R City was hardly the type to make such


    announcements. Even Riley was taken aback for a few seconds before blurting out, somewhat


    bewildered, "Mr. Witt, are we really sending those tampons to Mr. Mason as well?"


    Morrison nced at Mason, snorted, and said, "Of course. Although he''s a bit of a pervert, I''m still


    very grateful to him for helping Mrs. Witt out of trouble back then. A mere truckload is not enough to


    express my gratitude. If Mr. Mason ever runs out, let feel free to ask for more in the future."


    Mason''s lips twitched at the childish remark—it seemed the man would never let things go.


    Rose, somewhat helpless, smoothed her forehead and without a word, continued her stride out of


    the hall.


    Morrison quickly followed. "Rose! Isn''t this a bit much? It''s my birthday, and you''re leaving early?"


    Without breaking her stride, Rose turned to him. "This isn''t the first time I''ve been acting like this."


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    Caught off guard, Morrison stumbled over his words. "I also don''t really like that sickly sweet cake. I


    hate it, actually."


    "Well, that''s a shame because the vegan cream cake I ordered should be arriving at our ce about


    now."


    Morrison paused mid-stride, watching Rose''s retreating figure. Grinding his teeth, he caught up to


    her in a few long steps and suddenly scooped her up from behind. "Ah…" Rose let out a startled


    cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around Morrison''s neck.


    As the world steadied, she saw Morrison''s face close up, and in frustration, she smacked his


    shoulder. "You scared me to death! What are you doing?!"


    Morrison tookrge steps forward, holding her in his arms.. "We''re going home to eat cake."


    "But you said you don''t like cake?"


    He grunted. "Not only am I going to eat cake, but I''m nning on devouring you with it."


    Rose''s cheeks flushed a sudden shade of crimson.


    Molly shook her head with a mix of exasperation and affection. Megan covered her eyes. "Well, that


    cheeky boy. No shame whatsoever!"


    Rose had countless memories of shing with Morrison, but none were like this—so shamelessly


    rogue. And she found herself at a loss on how to handle this version of him.


    "I never thought you''d be such a... a brat."


    "Hmph! Thanks for thepliment. I''ll be sure to continue, to embody the perfect brat."


    "Please, have some dignity."


    "Never."


    Behind them, the crowd watched as the two of them disappeared into the distance, their hearts filled


    withplex emotions.


    Meanwhile, Mona stood frozen, her face as pale as snow. Noticing her, people shook their heads.


    "Mrs. Witt was right; she really brought it on herself."


    "She could''ve kept it hidden forever, but she had to show up uninvited today and got exposed inside


    and out."


    "It''s embarrassing. If I were her, I''d want to disappear on the spot."


    Molly watched her coldly. "Mona, I''ll try to keep tonight''s events under wraps. But I hope what you


    said is true and you will leave R City for good. Otherwise, it won''t just be the Witt family that can''t


    stand you, but all of R City."


    Mona, who had been standing rigid as a statue, finally turned her gaze to Molly with a flicker of


    emotion.


    Molly, her expression icy, offered a smile devoid of warmth. "Would you like a piece of cake?"


    --


    Before leaving the hotel, Morrison fetched Rose''s coat from the concierge, gently draping it over her


    shoulders. He had intended to carry her out into the snowy night, but Rose resisted.


    "I can walk by myself, there''s snow outside."


    Morrison, however, insisted and took her hand, leading her out of the hotel.


    The snow was still falling, nketing the ground in a thick, glisteningyer that sparkled under the


    hotel''s lights—a sight of pure winter wonder.


    Rose paused at the entrance, silently gazing into the snowy expanse, her hand eventually slipping


    from Morrison''s as she lifted her dress slightly and stepped into the snow.


    "Rose."


    Her silence was unfamiliar, and Morrison hesitated to press further, content to simply call her name


    softly and watch her retreating figure.


    In the center of the courtyard, Rose stretched out her hand, allowing the snowkes to settle in her


    palm. Her white hair clip, the fluffy white pom-pom earrings, and her fair face seemed to blend into


    the snowy backdrop, as if she could vanish into the whitendscape at any moment.


    Morrison''s hands tensed, and he took a couple of steps toward her.


    Slowly, Rose turned to look at him, and after a few seconds, a calm, detached smile spread across


    her face as she turned her body slightly towards him.


    "I don''t know how many times I looked in this direction that night, hoping, getting disappointed, but


    still not giving up. I always felt you would appear the next second. Even a scolding from you for


    beingte would have been fine.


    "I don''t know why I was so stubborn, feeling foolish yet still hopeful. Unfortunately, I never saw you


    come from this direction that night."


    Each second was filled with anticipation, and before she could feel the disappointment, she was


    already looking forward to the next. Later on, she often wondered how she had managed to hold on


    back then.


    Morrison swallowed hard, looking at her face lit by the lights, smiling up at him, yet somehow more


    heart-wrenching.


    He walked up to her and embraced her tightly, "From now on, I''ll never leave you alone again. From


    now on, you''re the only one I want to celebrate my birthday with, and the only one I want presents


    from. Every holiday, every day, I want to spend with you."


    Even in winter, a man''s embrace could indeed be warm.


    "If only you had been there, regardless of whether you disliked me, or whether Mona was your


    girlfriend, I might not have been able to resist telling you how much I liked you."


    Rose''s voice rose softly from his embrace. "Morrison, what would you have done if I had confessed


    to you back then?"


    Morrison stroked her hair, "Had you thought about what you would do?"


    "Huh?"


    "Did you figure out how you wanted to confess?"


    After a moment of silence, Rose said, "I had thought about it, and countless times since then."


    Morrison released her and looked down, "Well, try it now."


    Rose hesitated, her lips moving slightly, "Why should I confess now?"


    Morrison''s lips curved, "I''m giving you a chance to make up for your regrets."


    Rose was silent for a moment, her gaze settling deeply on him.


    "Morrison."


    "Yes?"


    "Happy Birthday. Also, I like you. I want to be with you, very much."


    Morrison looked stunned, "Is this the start? I''m totally unprepared..."


    Before he could finish, Rose suddenly pulled him down by the cor and pressed her soft lips to his.


    The light in his eyes flickered and danced.


    Rose intended it to be a brief touch, but Morrison''s hand on the back of her neck stopped her


    retreat. Her heart skipped, and she looked up, meeting his deep, dark gaze.


    "You like me?"


    Her eyes fluttered.


    Morrison smiled, "But I think, I love you."


    Rose''s eyes trembled fiercely, and Morrison''s lips descended once more. Intensely, relentlessly, he


    left no room for second thoughts or resistance.