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.”

his gaze towards Cicely. She was still there, her tall, slender figure like a statue. If not for her right hand, which was tightly clutching her purse strap, relaxing and then suddenly

lowered the window a few inches, ready to greet her, but Seth’s stern voice

quickly rolling the window back

commanded once more, and

for another two minutes before she seemed to muster the courage to walk towards

Through the window, his dark eyes watched Cicely’s retreating

*

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

in a high-end sterile room,

an old man with gray hair,

well up with tears. Her hand on the doorknob turned white with

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

disappointed in her,

trusted as a family for years, and finally

it was being squeezed by an iron claw, gnawed on by countless worms of discomfort

thinking, losing the people you loved most and hurting another just as dearly? Cicely, the person you should really hate is

through her fingers as she covered

very wrong. All her

I ask who you

came from beside her. Cicely paused, wiping away

redness in her eyes and the tear stains on

that the nurse in front of her knew her grandfather, so

nurse gave a reassuring nod, her young 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 been three years, and the doctors are quite seasoned

Cicely froze. “Tomorrow’s surgery?”

Mr. Erik

kind of surgery?”

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?

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

“And where does the

blood type match will undergo the procedure simultaneously, transferring

on the doorknob tightened almost to the point of

“Mr. Erik’s granddaughter.”

His granddaughter…

it wasn’t her, it

*

room, Cicely was stopped by four

frowned. “Isn’t that

bodyguards remained stoic.

Cicely’s voice from outside, Danielle hesitated for a moment. After a

Danielle!” The assistant and two nurses hurried to stop her.

stood at the door, her gaze icy. “Do you really think I could

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

her circumstances, but after her recent conversation with Mr. Diaz, as women, they felt some sympathy for

words for a moment, then looked at each other. In the midst of their hesitation, Danielle

door unexpectedly swung open. She turned and found

bodyguards instantly turned,

let out a cold laugh, her eyes mockingly fixed on Cicely outside,

could respond, Danielle spoke up. Cicely glanced at the three people behind Danielle, puzzled by the scene before her. But

in a bandage, her brows furrowed, and a flash of coldness crossed Cicely’s eyes. “I came to ask about grandfather’s condition and to thank you for whatever

one who knows best? You’re here to

gaze cold. Cicely remained silent, waiting for the visibly upset woman before her

clenched her fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms, painless

make you hate him less, he turned himself into a despicable

sight of Danielle’s injured

surgery on the morrow, the importance of Danielle’s blood was clear. If Danielle

filled the room as her eyes swept over the

“Danielle,

“Enough, I’ve had enough. It’s all so infuriating.”Books Chapters

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