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.

not to

the sound. “Mmm… no, I guess that would need a prompt, right? Otherwise, who would just randomly tell me

her, Cicely’s eyes sparkling

handsome and well-formed. It made sense

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

smile playing on his lips. He propped his hand

lips became more pronounced. “Then let me tell you

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

feeling an unexpected sense of defeat. Did she perceive

math textbook now in his hand.

two sections of the first

paused in flipping through the book, looking down

tutors 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

enough. Most tutors these days were high-achieving graduates from prestigious schools, and of course, working for the Ellis family company would

have your

on the bed

look, then bent down to find the workbook among the books. He reviewed the exercises for the first section, finding that the last few

attached. His expression darkened as he tore the answer pages out. Cicely frowned slightly

the book at her. “Get the

find her pencil case and aimed

at the

in and chose the desk. As she put on her

his eyes lingering on her for a few seconds before he turned to organize her books by subject on the

sitting on the bed, doodling in her textbook with her pen in

voice was indifferent,

“Yeah.”

walking over to the desk

of effort in mere minutes, his expression souring. “You’d make a

Cicely frowned, “What’s wrong?”

clever, but really, you’re just a dunce.”Books Chapters Are Daily

lip. Seth expected his bluntness to sting her pride, but instead, she asked, “Con artist? What’s that supposed

sudden flare of irritation, and laid the workbook

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

up. “You

surprised. She knew how to be

back and neck, pacing a bit before looking at him with a grin. “You’re older, so it’s only

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

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

pointing at, and 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

in a while. I understand the concept. Plus, there’s always calculators. I don’t need to do it all in

felt a