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?”

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

care. You’re not

Seth said no more.

four of them descended the stairs, Creighton caught sight of Cicely’s happiness and shook his

even in the most well-mannered families of today. It was all about finding the right balance. Yet Danielle adhered rigidly to those archaic rules,

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

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

the end, it was about her taking a bite, serving Seth two, and then watching him take

her, Danielle looked on with a detached air, her eyes painting a picture

more

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

as he looked at the

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

Cicely like

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

it. And Seth wasn’t ignorant to

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

really owe you one for tutoring me these past few

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

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

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

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

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

jaw ever

much pressure on yourself. You’re smart, and I have every

again, turning her attention back to Seth at her side. The plate was nearly

meals,

like celery?” Cicely’s voice carried a mix of surprise and amusement, as if she’d discovered something novel or caught him in a fault. Thinking back,

celery in his plate. Suddenly, a fork appeared over his

He watched as the fork took his celery and brought it

don’t you like?” Cicely asked with

forming words, and he could clearly see

on a dish in front of Danielle that she hadn’t touched—steamed

reached toward the dish, Danielle said coldly, “He doesn’t like

pretentious expression, she still

a a piercing coldness. Cicely, still

demeanor, everyone felt the atmosphere turn

finally

it me stirring up trouble? It’s premium mussel, how could I let him

contain her frustration. “Cicely, even if you want to play games, there’s a time

turning to a maid, “It seems

Danielle’s complexion darkened further.

clear Cicely was making a statement. Removing someone’s

you hard of

moved to

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

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

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

to Seth,

and said matter-of-factly,

others tensed silently. His candid admission

of attitude was because Danielle, having known Seth for years, understood him too

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

it,” she said

Almost simultaneously, they realized that Cicely

in relief and gave the servant a nod, “Bring a fresh

snapped, abruptly standing. “I’ve lost my appetite.” No one wanted to linger after such

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

and willingly given. Given the 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 critical of his daughter lately. Yet, for all his efforts, Danielle’s favor remained elusive. All these years,

thoughtful person would not have left in such a manner, especially not when guests were present