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.

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

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

moved toward her, Cicely’s eyes sparkling as they followed him, her

tall, strikingly handsome and well-formed. It made sense that she

suddenly leaned in close. His clean, fresh scent enveloped her, and Cicely’s eyes locked

a long while, an aloof, slightly mocking smile playing on his

instinctively leaned back. The smile on Seth’s lips became more pronounced. “Then let me tell you now, don’t go into

her eyes that had been stiff moments ago now

unexpected sense of defeat. Did she perceive a threat, or was she simply heeding

textbook now in his hand. “What have you covered in class this

finished the first two sections of

book, looking down at her. “A

official and monotonous than my dad in a business

were high-achieving graduates from prestigious schools, and of course, working for

you have

the bed

books. He reviewed the exercises for the first section, finding that the last few

flipped to the back and, unsurprisingly, found several pages of answers still firmly attached. His

book at her. “Get the exercises

her pencil case and aimed for the bed to

it at

argument. After a stubborn moment, she gave in and chose

in, his eyes lingering on her for a few seconds before

to see Seth sitting on the bed, doodling in her textbook with

was indifferent, eyes not leaving the

“Yeah.”

to the desk and glanced at the clock. “An entire hour for

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

Cicely frowned, “What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

up. “You take

her, surprised. She knew

with a grin. “You’re older, so it’s only right that I offer you

pointed at a multiple-choice question. “Mr. Seth, why did I get

think I’d learn more from those tutors I used to have

a whole number first… Both digits are 5 and 8, so the last digit can’t be anything but 0. Where did you

slowly. “It’s okay to get one wrong once in a while. I understand the concept. Plus, there’s always

felt a headache coming