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!

notice the commotion around her. She could barely take care of herself, let alone bother

was yanked back to her feet, she had to force her eyes

face, she managed

your

grip tightening

“Ocely!”

wanted to swallow her

have I? If you need to buy booze… please put it on my tab when you go to No.8 Mansion

coldness in Seth’s eyes made everyone at

honking, but Seth didn’t seem to hear,

the edge of an advertisement sign, “No, I’m

barely had

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

go to the hospital…”

she fell sick, she would try to please

her eyes locked onto Seth’s hand gripping her wrist. The dampness in her palm was persistent, each time blood seeped out from

go of me…. Don’t touch me!” she struggled, but there was no

“Cicely!”

blood pooled together and slid towards her wrist. Fear was mounting in Qicely’s eyes.

touch me, let

moment before finally losing control and letting out a piercing scream, almost on the verge of breakdown:

limp, and she passed out. –

scooped her up, intending to go to the hospital,

at home

from his chest, be

“To the hospital…”