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!”

in her ears. The next moment, she was airborne. Seth took a step back, her grip on the car door

leaned in, bringing a gust

the car, and they did it right

the flustered driver standing nearby. Her head felt heavy, but her mind was clear. The smell of alcohol was like a

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

I don’t want to…”

wide with panic, her voice choked up, yet not

not obeying! She was merely compromising, yet

her chin, trapping her in his embrace. “I gave you a chance, Cicely, I’ve told you so many times. Don’t provoke

bit her lip, squeezing his hand with all her might.

want, what do you really want?!”

face beneath him, longing for her past expressions. He let go of her chin, but his hand brushed her soft cheek, caressing her skin,

did he want? What

challenging him. Anything he forbade, she

have to work, didn’t have to

fluttering eyelashes. His eyes were like dark

him whenever she wanted, as

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

would you forget if I don’t remind you that I should hate

He stiffened.

him? Why didn’t she want to stay by

confused, but he simply chose to

“You hate me?”

scoffed, “Isn’t it