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.

his lips tightening. “Cicely, hasn’t anyone taught you not to just barge into other people’s rooms, especially not

through her nose, drawing out the sound. “Mmm… no, I guess that would need a prompt, right? Otherwise, who

moved toward her, Cicely’s eyes sparkling as

strikingly handsome and

His clean, fresh scent enveloped her, and Cicely’s eyes locked onto his, the two

long while, an aloof, slightly mocking smile playing on his lips. He propped his hand beside her, leaning

instinctively leaned back. The smile on Seth’s lips became more pronounced. “Then let me tell you now, don’t go into other men’s rooms without

blinked, her eyes that had been stiff moments ago now shining like sunlit gemstones. “Okay, if

laugh, feeling an unexpected sense of defeat. Did she

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

first two sections of

in flipping through the book, looking down

drone on like robots, more official and monotonous than my dad in a business meeting. They’re the ones I hired, but they seem like

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

you have

the bed and nodded. “Should be

find the workbook among the books. He reviewed the exercises for the first section, finding that the last few problems had only the

found several pages of answers still firmly attached. His expression darkened as he tore the answer pages

casually lobbed the book at her. “Get the exercises

a pile of books to find her pencil case and

it at

gave in and chose the desk. As she

chair and settle in, his eyes lingering on her for a few seconds before he turned to organize her books by subject on

set of problems, she turned to see Seth sitting on the bed, doodling

gaze, his voice was indifferent, eyes

“Yeah.”

his page with the pen and stood up, walking over to the desk and glanced at the clock.

her hour’s worth of effort in mere minutes, his expression souring. “You’d make a fine con artist

Cicely frowned, “What’s wrong?”

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expected his bluntness to sting her pride,

sudden flare of irritation, and laid the workbook on the

one chair in the room, he had to stoop to explain the problem to Cicely, who

“You take the

surprised. She

before looking at him with

to snap, but Cicely pointed at a multiple-choice

kept silent, Cicely continued, “Mr. Seth? I think I’d learn more from those tutors I used to have if

“Decimal times decimal, turn it into a

understand the concept. Plus, there’s always

felt a