The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

With a wicked glint in her eye, Danielle suddenly lunged forward and twisted the doorknob to Cicely’s room.

“Cicely…”

Danielle had to admit, there was a deliberate edge to her action, and even in that fleeting moment, a thrill of schadenfreude danced in her heart. But as the door swung open, she was met with the sight of a spotless, empty room.

On the neatly made bed, devoid of a single wrinkle, lay two plush toys. Beside it stood her vanity, while on the other side her desk was adorned with an array of simple trinkets and several books, all arranged with meticulous cleanliness.

Seth noticed a few items that resembled those Cicely had previously brought to his room. The state of the room was testament enough that no one had set foot in it for the day.

“It’s just dinner. What’s the rush…”d2

A familiar voice echoed in the hallway, laced with unmistakable impatience and a hint of irritation, but the words cut off abruptly.

Hearing the sound, Seth turned slowly.

Cicely stood there, staring blankly at him. Her stunning eyes were wide with surprise, fixed on him, tinged with disbelief.

“Seth?”

Indeed, her voice carried the fuzziness of a dream.

Seth’s gaze lifted coolly, sweeping past her to the bookcase anchored against the wall behind her. His eyebrows quirked slightly, the darkness in his eyes dissipating a fraction. “Typical spoiled princess, requiring an invitation and a personal summons just for dinner.” The familiar voice carried the usual indifference.

Cicely snapped back to reality, her joy apparent as she scampered over and wrapped her arms around Seth’s waist.

Caught off guard, his body swayed slightly with the impact of her embrace.

“What brings you here?”

Cicely’s unique, fragrant scent instantly filled his nostrils. Her soft body pressed affectionately against him, marking their second close encounter. It seemed that after the first, the second or third time became more natural.

He remembered how she had barged into the Diaz estate, eager to assertively apply medicine to his wounds.

Danielle’s face darkened on the spot. “Cicely, have you no shame?”

Seth had just reached out to push her away when Cicely, still in his arms, tilted her head to look at Danielle and countered, “Why are you in my room?”

Danielle’s face flushed, her eyes darting away. “I came to call you for dinner. You didn’t respond, no matter how much we knocked.”

Cicely’s eyes flickered, and she gave Danielle a sneer, unaware that Seth had just touched her shoulder.

Joel heard the commotion and walked out of the study. “Cicely.”

Seth’s gaze met his, registering the fleeting shadow of disappointment that crossed Joel’s eyes at the sight of Cicely in his arms.

Upon hearing the name, Cicely glanced back, instinctively straightening her posture. But a sudden weight on her shoulder pressured her back into the hold – a brief force like a sandbag, that felt almost like an illusion. Just as quick, Seth pulled her aside. His movement was neither gentle nor harsh, simply decisive.

Seth’s gaze lingered on Joel for a few seconds before shifting to Cicely beside him. He slightly lowered his jaw, his narrow eyes holding their usual detachment, his thin lips parting slightly. “So when exactly will you be ready for dinner?”

His voice seemed as indifferent as ever, but Cicely could detect an unfamiliar softness. Forgetting her unsettled grudges with Danielle, she replied, “I had no idea. There’s this problem I just can’t solve, and it’s driving me insane.”

Perhaps Cicely was truly vexed by the problem, her voice tinged with irritation, her delicate frown revealing her emotions for all to see.

Creighton wasn’t wrong. She was unaccustomed to deceit, her innocence so pure that she never learned to mask her expressions. She was too easy to read.

“Let’s have dinner first.”

Cicely inhaled sharply, her pert nose wrinkling slightly, “If I don’t solve it, I’ll have indigestion.”

Her voice trailed off, then suddenly she looked up, her eyes seeming to absorb all the light in the room. “Will you help me after dinner?”

Seth walked ahead without a word.

Cicely hurried behind him, “That means you’ll help me with the problem, right?”

sideways, “Don’t

care. You’re not

Seth said no more.

delighted. As the four of them descended the stairs, Creighton caught sight of Cicely’s happiness and shook his head. Indeed, there’s a lid for every

throughout the meal, only occasionally engaging when Creighton directed a question to Joel, to which he would politely respond. The old adage “don’t speak while eating” was no longer strictly observed, even in the

sat in front of Seth, ceaselessly offering him dishes from the table. Using the

Seth, ever the stoic, could hardly stomach such fervor. “That’s enough.” Watching the heap of food in the plate grow to an almost mountainous proportion, Seth finally

dishes, she didn’t need to sample each one to feel full. In the end, it was about

from her, Danielle looked on with a detached air, her eyes painting a picture of scorn upon hearing Seth finally speak up coldly to

their luck too far. People like Cicely, all the more so. Did such a person ever leave a good impression in

seem bothered by Seth’s coldness. Resting her chin in her left hand and holding a fork in her right, she leaned slightly to watch Seth. “You’ve barely touched your food, and I’m the host here. I can leave food on my plate, but you can’t. Unless you admit you’re one of the Ellis family, then you can leave whatever

he looked at the plate of food before picking

watched him take a bite of food, his face showing no emotion. Naturally exuding an air of

could Cicely like someone

a smirk played at the edges of Cicely’s mouth, hinting at a tinge of disappointment, yet her eyes couldn’t hide a triumphant gleam. She knew Seth too well to expect him to

Seth wasn’t ignorant

Seth was eating as she wished, she turned her attention to Joel. Being a gentleman from a distinguished family, Joel’s manners needed no

I really owe you one for tutoring me these past

haughty heiress, those who got close knew she wasn’t as difficult as rumored. In fact, Cicely’s reputation was mixed,

many people willing to get close to her, whether for the sake of the Ellis family’s influence or for her as a person. But her nature was such that, in his estimation, she didn’t care for idle chitchat. She

smiled softly, shaking his head. “I’m happy to

resting her cheek in her hand, clearly pleased as she took another bite

got to perform exceptionally well now or else it would be a disservice

ever so slightly, his expression darkening where no one

pressure on yourself. You’re smart,

at her side. The plate was nearly empty now, with only

so the kitchen was always careful with the meals, incorporating

as if she’d discovered something novel or caught him in a fault. Thinking back, she couldn’t recall ever seeing celery in any dish at the Diaz family

everything but the celery

as the fork took his celery and brought it to

you like?”

lips moved, forming words, and he could clearly

the table, her gaze settling on a dish in front of Danielle that she hadn’t touched—steamed

caught on to her intentions. As Cicely’s fork reached toward the dish, Danielle said

hesitated for a moment. After a cold glance at Danielle’s pretentious expression, she still served

at her with a a piercing coldness. Cicely, still

everyone felt the atmosphere turn

finally intervened, breaking

premium mussel, how could I let

frustration. “Cicely, even if you want to play games,

turning to a maid,

Danielle’s complexion darkened further.

It was clear Cicely was making a statement. Removing someone’s place setting mid-meal was the same as asking

“Are you hard of hearing or

moved

her voice, “What’s it to you if he doesn’t eat seafood? Throwing a tantrum like a child, really, what are you trying to

of celery from Seth’s plate, chewing with deliberate slowness before replying, “Pick your battles, darling. That’s advice you might want to take to heart. You always carry yourself with such an air of superiority, like some high-and-mighty heiress. The Ellis clan isn’t fussy about dining etiquette among family, but we certainly don’t tolerate sulking or slamming cutlery at the dinner table. Who do you think

she glanced at one of the maids whose face tightened with embarrassment

Seth, she asked, “Not

and

tensed silently. His candid admission seemed

years, understood him too well. Had Seth remained silent or

transfer a piece of mussel

she said

room was silent. Almost simultaneously, they realized that Cicely was just unwilling to acknowledge how well Danielle

and gave the servant a nod, “Bring a fresh set, please.” It was clear whom it was

lost my appetite.” No one wanted to linger

since Danielle had brought Seth home, Creighton’s displeasure with her had grown. Now, with this drama at the dinner table, it was hard for him to maintain any semblance of affection for her. He prided himself on treating her as he treated his own daughter, not expecting gratitude in return. However, it seemed he

starkly different returns he received from Danielle and his daughter were clear to all. Moreover, to avoid any bitterness on Danielle’s part, he had been more critical of his daughter lately. Yet, for all his efforts, Danielle’s favor remained elusive. All these years, it had

left in such a manner, especially