The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1049

He swung the door open to the private room, and amidst the chaos, he could still pick out one distinct voice.

He glanced sideways. Cicely was sitting lazily in her chair, facing away from him.

“I’m jobless and broke now. If you guys know of any good gigs, give me a heads up.”

“You’ve been pampered since you were a kid, there ain’t no job that suits you! And besides, you just got out of the slammer. Who’d dare to hire you?”

Cicely was spoiled rotten. Her demeanor and looks were enough to turn anyone green with envy.

In school, she was always one of a kind, full of herself, and didn’t give a damn about anyone. Now that she’d hit a rough patch, there were loads of folks having a good laugh at her expense behind her back..

Everyone had a few drinks tonight, so their tongues were let loose.

The idea of a woman going to prison was mind–boggling to everyone present.

There was an awkward silence that fell over the table.

Yet Cicely seemed unfazed, and nodded thoughtfully, “Hmm…you’re right.”

At this point, one of her classmates tried to break the ice, “Cicely, are you hinting at something? Dewey, this is your thing to handle.”

“Yeah, yeah, Dewey, your time to shine!”

“If Cicely marries Dewey, and becomes the high and mighty wife of his, she’ll be rolling in dough, right? Why bother finding a job?”

Dewey’s expression was a bit frosty, his voice dropping a notch.

“Quit messing around.”

Cicely turned to look at him, then suddenly leaned in close, grinning cheekily.

“Are you disgusted by me?”

the time or place. When she smiled, her eyelids curved slightly forming a crescent shape, as if her eyes were

gaze. His expression wavered slightly, then he murmured, “How could I

did you get

“I wasn’t…”

up, “Good

Good then…

this some kind of approval, or a

that she hoped he would pursue her, even willing to become his

watched her slender figure, a cold light flickering

and headed towards

charm is still pretty strong,

ༀ ï ཅ རྗ ཧ

chuckled helplessly. He knew it would

was always full of

to butter up to Dewey and toast him. Dewey was stuck, and Cicely got up

restroom.

corridor, the noise from the hall gradually faded. With her departure, all sounds disappeared.

the restroom, washed her hands, then lightly massaged her temples with her cold fingers.

skin. She rested one hand on the washbasin, staring at

of

hands. She didn’t bother drying them with paper towels

hands, and a shiver passed through her body,

a smoking area. As Cicely passed it, Seth was leaning against

blurred his handsome face, but the

as quiet, seemingly only inhabited by him.

smoking in the banquet hall earlier that day. Probably to let

into him here. She stopped momentarily when she spotted him.

she wasn’t seeing things, she quickly averted her gaze and

this happened in a blink of

he saw that familiar figure, he narrowed his eyes, watching

of her ignoring him tonight!