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?”

beat in his calm heart, his voice strained with tension. “I’m okay with everything except

After a moment, she said softly, “That’s a consequence you can’t bear. So, are you sure you

dark eyes stirred slightly, and after a long silence, he hoarsely said, “What

at him coolly,

lifted her from the car again. “Find

quickly stepped into the

had top-tier rooms, usually vacant, and Charlie secured one swiftly. Seth

tested. If Danielle backs out tomorrow, I’ll

slightly,

“Are you going to stop me, no matter

He didn’t respond.

The marrow compatibility registry already has your information. You and Mr. Ellis are a match; there’s no need for

at Seth, frustrated by his reticent nature. “Leave, I don’t

his usual untouchable demeanor. After a moment, Seth said, “I’ll leave.” He

smirked. What kind of care did she need? Was he afraid she’d run

could she possibly leave when her grandfather was

enter, probably at the

that shrouded her both physically and emotionally. The turmoil stirred up by Danielle’s speech replayed in her mind like a broken record. She

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

by the window. “Ms. Cicely, Mr. Diaz asked me to make sure you had something to eat,” Charlie said, setting the tray on

she didn’t mind a bit of indulgence now and then, and Seth knew it. Charlie could tell that the dinner wasn’t quite to her liking. He handed her a fork, breaking the silence about the earlier spat between Danielle and

food choices. Charlie hesitated before revealing, “The food

grip on her fork tightened for a

should avoid these foods since they can delay healing and may leave

front of her, and

by Mr. Diaz… Over these three years, no matter how good Mr. Diaz has been to Ms. Danielle, it’s all based on his

passes away during your imprisonment, whether

has been slowly nursing your body back to health, but your body might not be

and started eating

the atmosphere made him feel he

*

lowered the temperature first, then performed a series of checks, ruled out

degrees. This temperature didn’t rise in an

shook her head, “…..he’s

when they’re sick. He himself feels uncomfortable,

silently to the doctor’s words, like an

Damon, it seemed like she was being bullied. He frowned, his face cold, and his voice even lower. “He just endures it. Do you

immediately taken aback, his body stiffened, and he

“No… no complaints.”

“Damon…”

eyes were still cold. “He

to

listen, “Tired? I’ll

Let’s wait a little longer. When his fever is over, we’ll go

“Call Cicely!”

having a surgery tomorrow, and if she comes to the hospital and hears something… isn’t Seth

the argument over Chloe. “I’ll have someone prepare

Chloe nodded, “Ok.”

his phone calling someone. He saw a familiar tall figure not far away from