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.”

figure like a statue. If not for her right hand, which was tightly clutching her purse strap, relaxing and then suddenly

few inches, ready to greet

taken aback, quickly rolling the window back

commanded once more, and although confused,

for another two minutes before she seemed

parked not too far away. Through the window, his

*

Cicely had known which hospital and which room her grandfather was in. The hospital had reported that his condition was stable, which was why she had allowed herself such undutiful procrastination, debating whether to visit

staying in a high-end

saw her grandfather, an old man with gray hair, lying quietly in the center of

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

back then, overwhelmed by the loss of

Did he feel disappointed in her, angry, or

own son, the assistant he had nurtured and trusted as a family for years, and finally had to be

heart felt as if it was being squeezed by an iron claw, gnawed on by countless

pain worth? What were you thinking, losing the people you loved most

her fingers as she covered her

wrong, so very wrong. All her choices had

may I

beside her. Cicely paused, wiping away her tears,

young nurse. The nurse paused when she saw the redness in her eyes and the tear stains

her knew her grandfather, so she asked.

for now, and if all goes well, tomorrow’s surgery should go smoothly. After all, it’s been

Cicely froze. “Tomorrow’s surgery?”

Thanksgiving, Mr. Erik has

surgery?” Cicely

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

High risk?

paling as if drained of blood. She leaned weakly against the hospital room door, staring blankly. Her mind was a tangled mess, unable to sort through the

long moment, she managed to ask, “And where

marrow and blood type match will undergo the procedure

on the doorknob tightened almost to the point of distortion. “And who’s the

“Mr. Erik’s granddaughter.”

His granddaughter…

her, it

*

Cicely was stopped by four bodyguards.

frowned. “Isn’t

remained stoic.

a moment. After a

and two nurses hurried to

gaze icy. “Do you really think I could

to see me. All I have to do is open this door. Do you think

her circumstances, but after her recent

then looked at each other. In the midst of their hesitation, Danielle had stepped forward and

confronting the bodyguards when the door unexpectedly swung open. She turned and found

bodyguards instantly turned, sealing

mockingly fixed on Cicely outside, who

people behind

brows furrowed, and a flash of coldness crossed Cicely’s eyes. “I

who knows best?

cold. Cicely remained silent, waiting for the visibly upset

nails digging into her palms, painless against the torment in her heart. “Do you feel victorious? You hurt him so

you hate him less, he turned

on her purse tightened at the sight of Danielle’s injured wrist. “So you’re not a

of Danielle’s blood was clear. If Danielle truly wanted

eyes swept over the nurses, the

a hunch. “Danielle, he’s your grandfather

forehead. “Enough, I’ve had enough. It’s all so infuriating.”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated for All

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