The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 803

Samuel felt a deep fear gnawing at him

Having worked with Mr Diaz for years, he had only seen this man’s elegance and grace, and even his anger was hidden behind a casual smile. But this rage, this utter fury was something he had never seen before

The aura was overpowering cold and terrifying

He quickly muttered a response and scurried off

Seth stood in place, icy and silent for a moment before he turned around calmly and walked away with determined strides

Cicely was bone tired her aches sending jolts of pain through her nerves. Sweat trickled down her pale, paper–like face

She sat beneath a bus stop sign hands clenched tight, trembling

Her hands were clenched so hard that if she let go now the pain would only get worse. The tighter the grip, the more it’ll hurt when you let go. That was just how it was

She looked terrible bystanders suggesting she get to a hospital, some even offering to take her.

But she refused.

A bus was pulling in when a black Bentley rolled up, blocking the bus lane and stopping!

People around were pissed complaining, but when the man stepped out of the car, everyone fell silent.

A damn good–looking guy, pissed as hell, headed this way. With his vibe, no one dared to challenge him!

to notice the commotion around her. She could barely take

back to her feet, she had to force her eyes open to look at him.

cold, angry handsome face, she managed

your girlfriend doing?”

brows knitted together, his grip tightening on Cicely’s

“Ocely!”

wanted to swallow her

I haven’t pissed you off, have I? If you need to buy booze… please put it on my tab when you go to No.8 Mansion

the name “No.8 Mansion, the coldness in Seth’s eyes made everyone at the bus

Seth didn’t seem to hear, holding Cicely’s wrist and heading towards the

the edge of an advertisement sign, “No, I’m not going

drained, barely had

away, but Cicely was exuding a strong sense of resistance.

want to go to the hospital…”

like before, when she fell sick, she would try to please him to avoid going to

The dampness in her palm was persistent, each time blood seeped out from between her fingers, she looked

struggled, but there was no

“Cicely!”

slid towards her wrist. Fear was

touch me, let go of

moment before

went limp, and

replaced with an icy demeanor. He scooped her up, intending to go to the hospital, but remembering her

were doctors at

twinge of pain came from his chest, be looked

“To the hospital…”