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?”

her sideways, “Don’t you have someone to

not allowed to

Seth said no more.

the stairs, Creighton caught sight of Cicely’s happiness and shook his head. Indeed, there’s a lid for

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 most well-mannered families of today. It was all about finding the right balance.

P City, she sat in front of Seth,

could hardly stomach such fervor. “That’s enough.” Watching the heap of food in the plate grow to

full. In the end, it was about her taking a bite, serving Seth two, and then watching him take one. It was a ritual

a picture of scorn upon hearing Seth finally speak up coldly to stop

all the more so. Did

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

he looked at the plate of food before

showing no emotion. Naturally exuding an air of

Cicely like someone

hinting at a tinge of disappointment, yet her eyes couldn’t hide a triumphant gleam. She knew Seth too well to expect him to

it. And Seth wasn’t

now that Seth was eating as she wished, she turned her attention to Joel.

you one for tutoring me these

who got close knew

always been accustomed to being alone, but if she wanted, there would be 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 was one of those rare people whose favor was priceless. Never one for pretense or

watched the corners of her mouth lift slightly, her eyes shimmering beautifully. He smiled softly, shaking his head. “I’m happy to help. I

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

guess I’ve got to perform exceptionally well now or else it would be a disservice to the time and effort you’ve invested in me these

steadily, tightened his jaw ever

put too much pressure on yourself. You’re smart,

turning her attention back to Seth at her side. The plate was nearly empty now, with only a few

the kitchen was always careful with the meals, incorporating celery

if she’d discovered something novel or caught

but the celery in his plate. Suddenly, a

fork took his celery and brought

you like?”

as her crimson lips moved, forming words, and he

kept silent as Cicely scanned the table, her gaze settling on a dish in front of Danielle that

her intentions. As Cicely’s fork reached toward the dish, Danielle said coldly, “He

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

with a a piercing coldness.

her cheerful demeanor, everyone felt

finally intervened, breaking the

it me stirring up trouble? It’s premium mussel, how

slammed down her fork, unable to contain her frustration. “Cicely, even if you want to play games, there’s a

before turning to a maid, “It seems Ms. Danielle is

Danielle’s complexion darkened further.

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

the maid again, “Are you hard of hearing or did you not understand

quickly moved

yourself!” Danielle spoke with an icy edge in her voice, “What’s it to you if he doesn’t eat seafood? Throwing a tantrum like a child,

reached over and plucked a stick 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

said her piece, she glanced at one of the maids whose face tightened with

Seth,

Cicely a cool glance and

others tensed silently. His candid

change of attitude was because Danielle, having known Seth for years, understood him too well. Had Seth remained silent or

using her fork to transfer

she

realized that Cicely was just unwilling

nod, “Bring a fresh set, please.” It was

Danielle snapped, abruptly standing. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

more, though his mood had not lightened. Ever 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.

same level of dedication, the 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

manner, especially not when guests were present and after he had given her a chance