The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

When Seth returned, Cicely had already dumped a pile of textbooks on his bed.

“Cicely.” Seth approached, setting down the pie he was carrying onto the desk by the window.

Cicely was nestled among the books, sipping on juice as she looked up at him. “What’s up?”

“Is your bed meant to be a study area?”

Cicely swung her legs playfully. “My bed’s good for lots of things.” Did homework have to be done at a desk, of all places?

Seth’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he stood by the desk, gazing at Cicely’s innocent face. His gaze drifted down to her swinging ankles, and he turned to take a sip of water. “Get down,” he said, his back to her, his voice cold.d2

“But I haven’t finished my juice yet.”

Seth remained silent, but Cicely noticed the tray he had placed on the desk now coming into her line of sight, no longer blocked by his body. A smile spread across her beautiful face, and then she saw Seth retract his hand from the edge of the tray. His icy voice followed. “Hurry up and eat the pie. I can’t stand its cloying sweetness.”

Cicely hopped off the bed and sidled up to him, nudging Seth with her hip and side. Seth shifted to the side from her nudge.

Leaning against the desk, Cicely began to cut into the pie and popped a piece into her mouth. Grinning at him, she teased, “If you don’t like it, why bring it in? I didn’t say I wanted any.”

Seth’s grip on his water glass tightened, and he turned to watch the plate of pie move past his field of vision.

Cicely’s quick actions looked as if she was afraid he’d snatch the pie away halfway through.

The household staff knew Seth didn’t like sweets, but they had prepared two servings of pie. Cicely ate both. The room filled with the rich, sweet scent of pie.

After polishing off the pie and patting her belly, Cicely sighed contentedly and turned to see Seth sitting upright on a chair nearby, his elbow on the desk, his fingers resting against his cheek, his gaze fixed on a page of the book he was pressing.

The sunlight poured through the window, bathing him in a warm glow that made his crisp white shirt shine, making him look so clean and fair. Lucky for her, her own skin was always flawless, or she’d be green with envy over his complexion.

He’s a guy, and he was prettier than most girls.

She scooted over, peeking at the book that had him so captivated, “What are you reading that’s got you so engrossed?”

Her shoulder rested against his arm, her head drawing close, her hair carrying a faint, gentle fragrance mixed with a hint of strawberry pie. It wasn’t overpowering, but at such close quarters, the presence was undeniable.

He leaned back slightly in response. Out of curiosity, she leaned in even closer, half her body sprawled across the desk, nearly all her weight resting on him. Frowning, he pulled away the hand she was leaning on and closed the book.

It was a finance book. Cicely wrinkled her nose in distaste and straightened up. “Come on, help me with my studies. I’ve been here for ages. The least you can do is help me solve one problem.” She spoke, already walking toward the bed.

Seth closed his eyes briefly, knowing nothing he said would make her leave his room of her own accord. With a stifled annoyance, he said sternly, “Come over here.”

“No thanks. It’s comfy here.”

Cicely sat on the edge of the bed, her slippers and feet parted, her skirt hiked up to reveal slender calves swinging leisurely.

darkened, his lips tightening. “Cicely, hasn’t anyone taught you not to just

“Mmm… no, I guess that would need a prompt, right? Otherwise, who would just randomly

eyes sparkling as they followed him, her gaze lifting as

and well-formed. It made

scent enveloped her, and Cicely’s eyes locked onto his, the

slightly mocking smile playing on his lips. He propped his

became more pronounced. “Then let me tell

ago now shining like sunlit gemstones. “Okay, if you say so,

carefree laugh, feeling an unexpected sense of defeat. Did she perceive a threat,

math textbook now in his hand. “What have you covered

the first two sections

through the book, looking down at her. “A week,

like robots, more official and monotonous than my dad in a business meeting.

naive, but her words were clear enough. Most tutors these days were high-achieving graduates from prestigious schools, and

have your

glanced at the scattered books on the bed and nodded. “Should

He reviewed the exercises for the first section,

answers still firmly attached. His expression darkened

her. “Get the exercises

rummaged through a pile of books to find her

it at

as day. But Seth stood firm, brooking no argument. After a stubborn moment, she gave in and chose the desk. As she put on her shoes, she muttered, “If I didn’t like you, I

on her for a few seconds

set of problems, she turned to see Seth sitting on the bed, doodling in her textbook with her pen in

was indifferent,

“Yeah.”

the pen and stood up, walking over to the desk and glanced

hour’s worth of effort in mere minutes, his expression souring. “You’d make a fine con artist with that look of yours,” he said,

Cicely frowned, “What’s wrong?”

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pride, but instead, she asked, “Con artist? What’s that supposed

the sudden flare of irritation, and laid the workbook on the desk. “This problem

the room, he had to stoop to explain the

“You take

at her, surprised. She knew how to

neck, pacing a bit before looking at him with a grin. “You’re

tightened, about to snap, but Cicely pointed at a multiple-choice question. “Mr. Seth,

think I’d learn more from those

he began to explain, slowly and clearly. “Decimal times decimal, turn it into a whole number first… Both digits are 5 and 8, so the last digit can’t be anything but 0. Where did you get 5 from? Can’t you

the concept. Plus, there’s always calculators. I don’t need to do

felt a