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!”

a step back, her grip on the car door loosened, and a sharp pain shot through

a gust of cold wind.

carried her into the car,

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

Seth…” Her voice softened, she pushed the

don’t want to, I

murmured, her eyes wide with panic, her voice

obeying! She was merely compromising, yet

in his embrace. “I gave you a chance, Cicely, I’ve told you so many

bit her lip, squeezing his hand

what do you want, what do you really want?!”

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

What did he really

always challenging him. Anything he forbade, she insisted on doing!

have to worry about anything. He could

eyelashes. His eyes were like dark ink, bis voice

before, she would kiss him whenever she wanted, as part of their

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

spoke, her tone indifferent, “Seth, would you forget if

He stiffened.

always defiant? Why did she always resist him? Why didn’t she want to stay by his

chose to ignore the only

“You hate me?”

scoffed, “Isn’t