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.

taught you not to just barge into other people’s rooms, especially not a

her nose, drawing out the sound. “Mmm… no, I guess

eyes sparkling as they

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

leaned in close. His clean, fresh scent enveloped her, and

while, an aloof, slightly mocking smile playing on his lips. He

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

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

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

up, a math textbook now in his hand. “What have you covered in class this past

finished the first two sections of the

through the book, looking down at her.

official and monotonous than my dad in a business

his lips together. She was indeed naive, but her words were clear enough. Most tutors these days were high-achieving graduates from prestigious schools, and of course, working for the Ellis family company would

you have

at the scattered books on the

He reviewed the exercises for the first section, finding that the last few problems had only the

to the back and, unsurprisingly, found several pages of answers still firmly attached. His expression darkened as he tore the answer pages out. Cicely frowned slightly at his

her. “Get the exercises from chapter

pile of books to find her pencil case and aimed for the bed

at

gave in and chose the desk. As she put on her shoes, she

her for a few seconds before he turned to

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

her gaze, his voice was indifferent, eyes not leaving the

“Yeah.”

up, walking over to the desk and

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

Cicely frowned, “What’s wrong?”

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

flare of irritation, and laid the workbook on the

he had to stoop to explain the problem to

stood up. “You take

her, surprised. She knew

looking at him with

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

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

relaxed as he glanced at the problem she was pointing at, and he began to explain, slowly and clearly. “Decimal times decimal, turn it into a whole number first… Both

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

a

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