The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1140

But Seth grabbed her wrist, almost violently dragging her towards the parking lot.

Struggling, Cicely whispered, “Seth, let me go!”

Seth seemed oblivious to her words, pulling her along. The woman in the dress and high heels behind him was stumbling and tugging backward. “Ms. Cicely!”

The driver waiting for her in the parking lot ran over, bewildered by the situation. He knew both Cicely and Mr. Diaz.

“Help me, I don’t know him…”

Cicely cried out to the driver, who then snapped out of his confusion and hurried over.

“Mr. Diaz!”

“Buzz off!”

The usually expressionless man now had a grim look on his face.

Car unlocking sounds echoed as Seth forcefully yanked Cicely to his car and flung open the passenger door. Cicely clutched the door, refusing to move, “Seth, you…”

“Didn’t you say you don’t know me?” Seth cut her off sneering at her desperate grip on the door frame. “You think that will do any good?” “Seth! You lunatic, you psychopath!”

Cicely screamed, her voice resonating throughout the empty parking lot.

The man didn’t seem to care. He just smiled, whispering. “Either get in the car, and I’ll take you home. Or, I’ll carry you in, and we’ll do it right here.” Cicely’s eyes widened, gripping the car door tighter. But she began to calm down. “I choose neither. I’m not going home with you, and I’m not doing anything with you!”

The next moment, she was airborne. Seth took a step back, her grip on the car door loosened, and a sharp pain shot

bringing a gust

the car, and they did

head felt heavy, but her

softened, she pushed the man’s shoulders and grabbed his

I don’t want

with panic, her voice choked up,

merely compromising, yet

a chance, Cicely, I’ve told you so

his

want, what do you really want?!”

past expressions. He let go of her chin, but

did he want? What did he

challenging him. Anything

have to work, didn’t have to worry about

smooth forehead and fluttering eyelashes. His eyes were like dark ink, bis voice deep. “Kiss

him whenever she wanted, as

of anger, intensifying as the seconds trickled by. “Didn’t you hear me,

her tone indifferent, “Seth, would you forget if I don’t remind you that I

He stiffened.

she always defiant? Why did she always resist him? Why didn’t she want

he simply chose

“You hate me?”

“Isn’t it