The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1142

Seth’s gaze fell on the wounded hand, his eyes involuntarily tightening at the sight of the blood, his grip on the steering wheel subconsciously intensifying.

“Seth, everyone says you’re generous and gentlemanly to the women around you. Why are you so cold to this woman who has been living with you for over three years?”

Chloe looked at the man dressed in expensive suit. Despite its disheveled state, he still maintained an air of dignity and poise, which irritated her.

She used to think Seth was a seemingly well–mannered loser, but now she realized he was indeed a loser!

The problem was, no one seemed to be able to control this man!

Seth’s eyes almost spilled over with darkness, he forcefully suppressed his own chill, saying, “Let her go.”

Chloe’s temples twitched, her voice cooling, “Seth…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Seth leaned over, swatted Chloe’s hand gripping Cicely’s hand away, shut the car door, and the car sped away the next second.

Chloe quickly stepped back, watching the car speed away, her face frosty.

As the car started, Cicely’s face turned even more uncomfortable. She bit her lip tightly, not uttering a single word. The car exited the underground parking lot, with Cicely trying to shrink into her seat as much as possible, watching as the street scenes zoomed by outside the window.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, barely blinking.

up.” Seth’s cold, deep voice suddenly echoed in the car, causing her body to jerk in surprise.

turned even

few seconds, Cicely seemed to finally respond, she straightened up and silently

car suddenly stopped, and despite the reduced

resting on her forehead, pushing her back into her seat.

the intense pain draining her face of color, her brows furrowed

as he leaned

deep as an unfathomable ocean, despite the many things lurking beneath, the surface was calm. She wasn’t sure what might suddenly jump out of this calm surface. So, she simply closed her

but due to nervousness,

“Let go.”

was devoid of any emotion, as flat as boiling water returning

he straightened up, his lowered eyes scanning her bleeding and trembling fingertips, his expression turning colder,

brakes and horns echoed in the bustling P

behind, he got out of the car, opened the passenger door, took off his suit jacket and draped it over Cicely’s shoulders, then pulled her out of the car and strode towards the hospital with her

night, the temperature was near freezing, yet he wore only a thin white shirt, seemingly unaffected by the cold. He kicked open the door to

so startled that he nearly fell off

“Treat her.”

was all he said, his voice

again, the doctors didn’t dare to slack off. Five of them busied

careful, Cicely gasped

gloom hidden beneath his handsome features. Every time she gasped, every time her