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?”

glanced at her sideways, “Don’t you have someone to teach

care. You’re not allowed to leave

Seth said no more.

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

were virtually silent 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

front of Seth, ceaselessly offering him dishes from the table. Using the serving spoon was one thing, but she

“That’s enough.” Watching the heap of food in the plate grow to an almost mountainous proportion, Seth

she didn’t need to sample each one to feel full. In the end, it was about her taking a bite, serving Seth two, and then watching him take one. It was

with a detached air, her eyes painting a picture of scorn upon hearing Seth finally speak up coldly

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

however, did not 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

as he looked at the plate

of food, his face showing no emotion. Naturally exuding an

like

eyes couldn’t hide a triumphant gleam. She knew Seth too well to expect him to admit he was one of the Ellis family. It was just about getting him to eat

could see it. And Seth wasn’t

that Seth was eating as she wished, she turned her attention to Joel. Being a gentleman from a distinguished family,

one for tutoring me these

wary of the Ellis family’s haughty heiress, those who got close knew she wasn’t as difficult as rumored. In fact, Cicely’s

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.

watched the corners of her mouth lift slightly, her eyes shimmering beautifully. He smiled softly, shaking his head.

her hand, clearly pleased as she took

would be a disservice to the time and effort you’ve invested in me

jaw ever so

pressure on yourself. You’re smart, and

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

the kitchen was always careful with the meals, incorporating

a mix of surprise and amusement, as if she’d discovered something novel or caught him

her, continuing to eat everything but the celery in his plate. Suddenly, a fork appeared over his

paused. He watched as the fork took his celery and brought it to

don’t you like?”

watched as her crimson lips moved, forming words, and he could clearly

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

As Cicely’s fork reached toward the dish, Danielle said coldly, “He doesn’t

glance at Danielle’s pretentious expression, she still served a piece of the sea cucumber

coldness. Cicely, still smiling, said, “Why

her cheerful demeanor, everyone felt the atmosphere

finally

it me stirring up trouble? It’s premium

even if you want to play games,

as she watched Danielle for a moment before turning to a maid, “It seems Ms. Danielle is done eating.

Danielle’s complexion darkened further.

not daring to move. It was clear Cicely was making a statement. Removing someone’s place setting mid-meal was the same as asking them to leave

hard of hearing or did

moved to

to you if he doesn’t eat seafood? Throwing a tantrum like a child, really, what are you trying

your battles, darling. That’s advice you might want to take to heart. You always carry yourself with such an air of superiority,

maids whose face tightened with embarrassment as she quickly cleared Danielle’s

Seth, she asked,

Cicely a cool glance and said

His candid admission seemed to

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

Cicely merely smiled wryly, using her fork to transfer a piece of mussel

it,” she

was silent. Almost simultaneously, they realized that Cicely was

relief and gave the servant a nod, “Bring

lost my appetite.” No one wanted

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

daughter were clear to all. Moreover, to avoid any bitterness on Danielle’s part, he had been more critical of

behavior was predictable, but a thoughtful person would not have left in such a manner, especially not when guests were present and after he had given her a