The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Creighton couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head as the maid informed him that his daughter Cicely had followed Seth to the office. He knew all too well that it was his darling girl who insisted on tagging along.

Creighton always wanted to shield his daughter from any hardship and had envisioned her future partner to be someone exceptional and loving. However, he had never anticipated that it would be Cicely chasing after her betrothed.

There was a twinge of frustration in his heart, but since his daughter liked it, there was nothing he could do. Besides, he mused, if any other lad had pursued her, she likely wouldn’t have given them the time of day.

With Cicely’s temperament, the only possibility for her was to fall for the guy first before she took the initiative.

Just, of all people, she had to set her sights on the aloof Seth.

When Cicely arrived, Seb naturally spared no effort in making her feel welcome.d2

Cicely shared an office with Seth, a space that Creighton had specifically instructed Seb to set aside for Seth. Lounging casually on a leather couch, Cicely munched on a fruit platter that Seb had arranged to be brought in. Nestled by the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could gaze out at the distant blue sea and clear skies.

Seth sat at his desk, discussing work matters with Seb, while Cicely paid little attention to the conversation, content to just listen to Seth’s deep and steady voice, which inexplicably filled her with a sense of accomplishment—more so than acing an exam. Oddly enough.

Popping a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth, Cicely knelt on the couch, resting her chin on the backrest as she watched Seth. Next to Seb, he looked so young. Yet, without a hint of panic, his composure spoke of someone both grounded and dependable.

If this was him at the beginning, how much more dashing would he be once he grew into his role, confident and adept?

Cicely’s unabashed gaze was intense enough to finally draw Seth’s attention. “Can you learn by staring at my face?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Cicely blinked and then burst into laughter. “That’s exactly what my teacher used to say.”

Seth’s expression darkened slightly as Seb, sharing a similar memory, chuckled along.

“If you don’t do your homework, then leave.” Seth said, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Sensing that Seth was genuinely annoyed, Cicely pouted and turned back to the couch, pulling out her textbooks and pen from her backpack.

Once Seb left and the office quieted down, Cicely studied on the couch while Seth worked at his desk.

Time passed until Seth got up to get some water, his gaze inadvertently falling on the too-quiet corner of the room.

The so-called studious young lady was now sprawled on the couch, a book pressed to her chest and a pen in her hand, already soundly asleep, resting her head on the armrest.

Seth smirked in a hint of mockery, but his feet carried him toward her nonetheless. Her appearance was devoid of any image-consciousness, yet her sleeping form was orderly.

She was dressed in a plain long dress, with a hint of disarray to be seen. Her skirt was neat, her legs modestly placed together, revealing just her shapely calves. Her head tilted slightly to the side, her dark hair cascading over the armrest.

He could understand why Danielle always talked about her. It wasn’t just her; any woman would likely feel jealous in Cicely’s presence.

Flawless beauty, born with a silver spoon, the cherished princess of the Ellis family in P City…

Danielle’s sensitivity, from being around her constantly, was certainly justifiable.

Seth’s gaze lifted from her face, pausing midway to rest on her hand resting on her stomach. After a moment, he stepped forward, gently removed the pen still loosely clutched in her hand, and thoughtfully twirled it between his fingers before snapping it in half with a decisive flick.

The sound stirred Cicely, her body shifting slightly on the couch.

once more before tossing the pen into the wastebasket and returning to his

to the floor was followed by rustling from the couch, then a tousled head of hair emerged, along with two raised

It looked more like the

peeked from the side of the couch

you hungry?” Her voice was drowsy and tinged with a hint of softness. She almost

a pig?” Seth retorted. She just woke

him, leaning lazily against the edge of the desk with

“Look, it’s almost noon.”

he was working on and stood up, stepping

can keep your lunch plans

invite someone else? I’m inviting you. Are

looked down at the girl who had caught up with him, and coldly said,

I’ll just go to the

resignation and compromise. The Ellis family princess graced the cafeteria, and the atmosphere was

Seth ordered completely different dishes. Seth preferred

rib without waiting for his consent. “You’re not exactly

plate. Cicely seemed to catch his gaze

can order for myself, you

are supposed to

someone to nudge you

his expression unreadable, “I

help you

were not lost on the surrounding

was smitten with Seth. She never hid it, and everyone could see it. Whispers and

took a sip of the soup, her face betraying a hint of dissatisfaction with the taste. Seth, however, continued eating his vegetables without a hint of displeasure. She picked up her fork and tried some of his salad. It’s… well, it’s just salad. That was the thing about vegetables – they couldn’t be overcomplicated. Meat dishes, on

and ribs she gave him without complaint,

Seth looked up, “Cicely?”

was chewing and managed a muffled,

on us, could you tone it

eyes, she caught a few stares. Raising an eyebrow, she swallowed her

Seth was silent.

“Seems like you don’t. Guess I’ll have to be even more

“Cicely.”

“What?”

at her, his lips parting slightly but no words

smile. She never thought Seth was slow on the uptake. If others could see

all. Rather than call him oblivious, she figured he just wasn’t ready to face the issue. If he wasn’t ready,

to fall for

know?” Seth’s voice cut through

stopped playing with her food and looked up in surprise, finding

chin in her hands, and smiled at him, “Since you know, how about you

tugged at his lip, harboring a faint hope to see her flustered. A hope he realized probably

“I’ll pass.”