The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Charlie approached the woman with a mixture of concern and reverence, “Ms. Cicely.”

His heart was still pounding with unease. Except for that one hysterical breakdown he’d witnessed in the courtroom three years ago, Charlie had never seen Cicely lose her composure like this.

The Cicely he knew was always in control. Even when slapping someone, it was done with a nonchalant grace, her anger always tinged with a dignified elegance.

But now, Cicely was like a cornered leopardess, completely dominated by her rage, as if she wanted to tear to pieces anyone who dared to provoke her.

Danielle, though looking a complete mess, seemed oddly pleased to see Cicely this enraged and out of control. “I told you not to gloat in my presence, Cicely. What you have, I’ll make sure you can’t enjoy in peace. Are you angry? Do you want to kill me? That’s right, because I felt the same way back then. I despised you, because you were an Ellis, beloved by the Ellis family. Because of the Ellis family, I lost my dear parents, and because of you, I lost the man I loved. How could I not hate you?”

With Seth’s arrival, Cicely’s emotions had settled somewhat, but Danielle’s words brought a cold fury to her eyes. “Danielle, you’re insane.”d2

“And you drove me to it!” Danielle retorted, her eyes bloodshot with intense hatred, staring directly at Cicely. “Why is it always you? Favored and deeply loved… What’s so special about you? Why didn’t you just die in that explosio…”

Slap!

The air was thick with silence. No one dared to breathe.

Danielle sat on the floor, clutching her cheek, her disheveled hair hiding her expression.

Seth pulled Cicely behind him, his handsome face etched with icy anger as he towered over Danielle.

“Take her away.”

His somber voice fell, and the petrified assistant and nurses by the door hurriedly helped Danielle up.

Seth turned to Cicely, who looked somewhat dazed. There was a heavy silence. Finally, he looked away, “Take her to rest.”

Cicely came back to her senses, lifting her eyes to Seth, “I’ll donate blood to Grandpa tomorrow.”

“It’s not necessary.”

“Seth.”

“Didn’t you hear me? Take her to rest,” Seth’s icy gaze fell on Charlie.

Charlie didn’t dare delay, stepping forward to the stubborn Cicely, unsure of what to do.

In the end, Seth, with a stern face, picked her up and carried her out.

“Seth, I can’t let anything happen to Grandpa.”

“Neither can I.”

Cicely’s eyes flickered, looking at the man’s handsome profile, her lips pressed tight, and her gaze lowered. “If she doesn’t want to…”

“You can’t.”

He hadn’t kept the secret this long to have her scrambling to be a donor.

After placing Cicely in the car and fastening her seatbelt, Seth looked at her defiant and angry eyes in the dim car light and said softly, “Just go to sleep, and by morning, everything will be alright.”

Cicely’s expression was icy as she retorted, “Is sleep some kind of panacea for you? I didn’t know before, but now that I do. There’s no reason for me not to be there tomorrow. If something goes wrong, Seth, can you handle the consequences?”

heart, his voice strained with

a consequence you can’t bear.

silence, he hoarsely said,

coolly, “Seth, this isn’t a

pause, he lifted

quickly stepped into the

usually vacant, and Charlie secured one swiftly. Seth carried Cicely inside.

Danielle backs

slightly, “No need for

to stop me, no

He didn’t respond.

“It’s not like that, Ms. Cicely. The marrow compatibility registry already has your information. You and Mr. Ellis are a match; there’s no need for another

his reticent nature. “Leave, I don’t want

lips tightened as he looked down at her, and Charlie felt an awkward pity for him, so different from his usual untouchable demeanor. After a moment, Seth said, “I’ll leave.” He turned to go, and Charlie hurried after him, but Seth told him to stay

of care did she need? Was

could she possibly leave when her grandfather was having

enter, probably at

her silhouette a testament to the exhaustion that shrouded her both physically and emotionally. The turmoil stirred up by Danielle’s speech replayed in her mind like a broken

of those harrowing days three years ago still pressed heavily upon Cicely’s heart, a weight that refused to

slender back standing by the window. “Ms. Cicely, Mr. Diaz asked me to

it. Charlie could tell that the dinner wasn’t

revealing, “The food that Ms. Danielle is having are all the best foods for

on her fork

inflammatory. Anyone with wounds should avoid these foods

in front of her, and for a

was forcibly taken to the ward by Mr. Diaz… Over these three years, no matter how

that if grandpa also passes away during your imprisonment, whether you will

your body might not be able to

eyelids and started eating without

made him feel he might say something inappropriate if he

*

the doctor lowered the temperature first, then performed a series of checks, ruled out viral infection, and inserted a

the child cry? It’s 38.8 degrees. This temperature didn’t rise

shook her head, “…..he’s very

shook his head helplessly, “Children will always give us a hint when they’re sick. He himself feels uncomfortable, and he’s

her lips, listening silently to the doctor’s words, like

gentle and humble attitude, but to Damon, it seemed like she was being bullied. He frowned, his face cold,

was immediately taken aback, his body stiffened, and he

“No… no complaints.”

“Damon…”

were still cold. “He

to the doctor’s

listen, “Tired? I’ll

wait a little longer. When his

“Call Cicely!”

inform her. Erik is having a surgery tomorrow, and if she comes to the hospital and hears something… isn’t Seth trying to keep it from

argument over Chloe. “I’ll have someone prepare a ward for

Chloe nodded, “Ok.”

phone calling someone. He saw a familiar tall figure not far away from him, and his dark eyes slowly