The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

The servants stood frozen in place, struck dumb by the exchange, their minds wiped clean of their chores. Seth’s reaction was as if Cicely’s words held him at bay, his body refusing to move.

Cicely arched an eyebrow, retracting her hand to leisurely unscrew the lid of the ointment jar with her slender, pale fingers.

“Honestly, now’s the time I’d prefer you not to be obedient,” she muttered under her breath. “When you’re supposed to listen, you’re stubborn as a mule, and when you’re not, you freeze up like a damn statue.”

She squeezed a dollop of the pale yellow ointment onto her fingertip, reaching out to dab it on the cut at the corner of Seth’s mouth. The sting made him tilt his head slightly away.

Cicely looked down at him with an icy gaze, “What got into you earlier? Now you know how to dodge?”

Her mood was far from calm, her anger hardly subsided from the slap she’d delivered earlier. Even so, when she’d raised her hand to hit him, she’d consciously switched to her left, ensuring the blow landed on his unblemished right cheek, sparing the injury on his left.d2

“Cicely, I said I don’t need that stuff. Are you deaf, or just looking to defy me at every turn?” Seth turned his face away, rejecting her care.

Cicely’s grip tightened, the pain sharper, but she persisted in applying the ointment.

Pinned down on the couch by her, Seth could only tilt his head up, his eyes narrow slits of cold steel. “This is your last warning,” he growled. “Stop it and get off me, or forget ever setting foot in the Diaz mansion again.”

Cicely paused, her gaze dropping to meet his, contemplative.

“What are you plotting now?” Seth narrowed his eyes further. Her thought process was miles from ordinary; every time her eyes flickered, something off-kilter was bound to follow.

Cicely lifted her hand, twirling the ointment between her fingers, tilting her head with a half-smile, “I’m wondering, how did you threaten Danielle?”

Seth mulled it over for a second, reflecting on Danielle’s behavior that day, “Anyone’s smarter than you when it comes to knowing what’s worth it.”

“That just makes me more curious.” Cicely freed one hand, casually pulling open Seth’s pajama shirt.

hand snapping out to catch hers.

ears, but could you not chant it like a mantra every time you see me? And if you must, could you

But then

her delicate nose, and her furrowed brow, it was clear she wasn’t lying. His grip on her wrist slackened, and he glanced down to

Taking advantage

made Seth’s body tense imperceptibly. For years, no one had been allowed such intimacy with him. Yet, as always, Cicely had claimed

what he did, she remained

let the medicine dry so she could pull his shirt back down. God only knew

body jerked, and before she could register anything else, she was yanked forward and toppled into

handsome face contorted with undisguised rage. “Cicely,

with a lazy, sultry voice, “So, you’ve finally figured out I’m not a little kid?” She

all impatience and

“I haven’t finished

moved closer, stopping at a safe distance. “Is this your idea of affection, always opposing me? There’s a limit to self-indulgence, Cicely. Not everything you want can be yours just because

the obedient type?” Cicely

she knows what decisions to make when faced with

scared her into

fists, but said nothing. Cicely continued, a mocking smile on her lips, “Let me guess—was it tutoring? If she didn’t comply, was it all

face darkened. She

laughter low, “So that’s the kind of woman you

touch you. But I must say, I’m not

in this state, he wasn’t going to sit still and let her treat his wounds without a fuss, and frankly, she wasn’t in the mood to drag it out. Squeezing the entire tube of ointment into her palm, she walked over to him, bent down, and haphazardly slathered it

up. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you promising to tutor Danielle, or how you’re gritting your

to the extent of your current distance with

I could snap my fingers and have my pick of the lot around here if I wanted. But I’m choosy, you see. Not that I’ve ever been truly smitten or had a whirlwind romance. If a decent man took a shine to me and put in the effort, who knows? I might fall head over heels. After all, I’m only sixteen, everything’s a mystery, and I’m full of curiosity. Don’t

think this threat sounds a bit childish? Do you think you can

smile. “Do you think