The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 2085

Seth’s eyes twinkled with a hint of sardonic amusement, but hearing Damon’s words, he couldn’t help being a tad surprised. The always composed and suave CEO Damon, who was the very epitome of a gentleman, had his moments of wanting to curse someone out.

However, considering it was because of Chloe, it wasn’t that surprising after all.

With a smirk tugging at his lips, Seth’s gaze softened, concealing the emotions in his eyes. “I don’t remember the last time I saw your lady flustered like that.”

Damon didn’t bite, instead, he changed the subject. “Is everything set for tomorrow’s surgery?”

A crease formed between Seth’s brows as he looked up at Damon. “What, you’ve been running a background check on me?”

“I haven’t got that kind of hobby,” Damon replied coolly, his gaze drifting towards the direction Chloe had left. “Grandma mentioned it earlier today.”d2

Even though Seth wasn’t sure how much they knew, he didn’t plan on hiding anything from him.

“It’s taken care of.”

Damon’s expression darkened slightly at Seth’s confirmed suspicion. “So you’re just going to keep things like this?”

Seth chuckled, shaking his head. “One last time.”

Damon gave him a pointed look. “It better be. Handle your own messes without dragging others into them.”

Seth’s eyes flickered, holding Damon’s gaze for a few silent seconds, but Damon said no more and walked past Seth, chasing after Chloe.

Seth stood motionless, lost in thought.

Charlie, who had been eavesdropping, was thoroughly confused. Although he knew that Mr. Diaz and Mr. Harper had a good relationship, they never meddled in each other’s affairs. So the fact that Damon was clueless about Erik’s surgery was to be expected.

Damon’s sudden mention of the surgery, and his seemingly informed demeanor, had taken Charlie aback.

Their conversation had been terse and cryptic, but that last line about not always troubling others with personal issues was particularly puzzling.

“Mr. Diaz.” Charlie hesitated, looking at Seth, who hadn’t moved an inch.

Was it time to leave, or should they stay?

*

When Damon reached the emergency room, Chloe was pacing outside, her anxiety barely concealed. Seeing him, she glanced over his shoulder. “Did he leave?”

Damon wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her to sit on a nearby bench.

“Seems like it.”

Chloe’s expression turned serious. “Lucky for us, Cicely’s call didn’t go through.”

She had been so nervous bumping into Seth; she couldn’t imagine how Cicely would have reacted. Moreover, if Cicely had shown up here, Hugo’s secret would’ve been impossible to keep.

“Let nature take its course. She can’t hide it from him forever.”

Damon gently rubbed the spot on her arm where Hugo’s shoe had hit, his tone flat.

Chloe had no counterargument, only taking a deep breath as she leaned into Damon’s embrace. “Seth seems smart enough, so why does he act just as foolhardy as Nathan in situations like this?”

Damon had no immediate answer, only managing to offer, “Different circumstances.”

Chloe looked up at him. “Also, you have too many bastards running around.”

Damon: “I tend to agree.”

A quiet laugh escaped Chloe, and Damon felt her relax against him, a smile playing on his lips.

*

Outside the hospital, a taxi came to a slow stop.

Cicely paid the fare and stepped out, looking up at the imposing hospital entrance. Her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she didn’t move for the longest time.

Charlie, driving by, spotted her from a distance. Cicely was standing there, staring at the hospital, lost in thought.

“Mr. Diaz, it’s Ms. Cicely.”

slender figure like a statue. If not for her right hand, which was tightly clutching her purse strap, relaxing and then suddenly tightening again, she might have been mistaken

a few inches, ready to greet

quickly rolling the window

commanded once more, and

seemed to

window, his dark eyes watched Cicely’s retreating figure enter

*

reported that his condition was stable, which was

high-end

his room, Cicely peered through the observation window and saw her grandfather, an old man with gray hair, lying

frail silhouette made her eyes well up with tears. Her hand on the doorknob turned white with tension as guilt and remorse enveloped her. She struggled to breathe

by the loss of her father and Issac, the desire to hurt Seth, and her own turmoil, she had chosen to abandon her

Did he feel disappointed in her, angry, or

years, and finally had to be heartlessly abandoned

an iron claw, gnawed

losing the people you loved most and hurting another just as dearly? Cicely, the person

streamed through her fingers as she

wrong. All

may I ask who

her. Cicely

eyes

that the nurse in front of her knew her

face showing a touch of inexperience. “He’s stable for now, and if all goes well, tomorrow’s surgery should go smoothly. After all, it’s

Cicely froze. “Tomorrow’s surgery?”

Thanksgiving, Mr. Erik has his

surgery?” Cicely

failing. Mr. Erik has a severe case of hematopoietic dysfunction. The annual Thanksgiving surgery involves removing the ‘bad’ blood and infusing new, fresh blood.

High risk?

She leaned weakly against the hospital room door, staring blankly. Her mind was a tangled mess, unable to sort through the swirl of

“And where does

marrow and blood type match will undergo the procedure simultaneously, transferring

the doorknob tightened almost to the

“Mr. Erik’s granddaughter.”

His granddaughter…

her,

*

room, Cicely was stopped

frowned. “Isn’t that

remained stoic. “Visitation

a moment. After a

nurses hurried to stop her. “You can’t go

gaze icy. “Do

All I have to do is

her recent conversation with Mr. Diaz, as women, they felt some sympathy

each other. In the midst of their hesitation,

when the door unexpectedly swung open. She turned and

bodyguards instantly turned,

laugh, her eyes mockingly fixed on Cicely outside, who

three people behind Danielle, puzzled by the

gaze returned to Danielle’s wrist, wrapped in a bandage, her brows furrowed, and a flash of coldness crossed Cicely’s eyes. “I came

one who knows best? You’re here to see my humiliation,

Cicely remained silent, waiting for

wave of sorrow to Danielle’s voice. She clenched her fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms, painless against the torment

you hate him

at the sight of Danielle’s injured wrist. “So you’re not a willing savior

Danielle’s blood was clear. If Danielle truly wanted to save him, how could she afford to waste

mocking laughter filled the room as her eyes swept over the nurses, the assistant, and the

hunch. “Danielle, he’s your grandfather

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