The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Erik’s condition was stable, and Cicely had been by his side in the hospital room for two hours.

“There are plenty of people here; go get some rest.” Seth had been there with her the entire time, glancing at his watch over and over until he finally spoke up in a deep voice.

Cicely shook her head, refusing to leave.

The room fell silent once again, the sounds of the medical equipment becoming all the more pronounced.

After a while, Seth stood up from the couch and walked over to her. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

Impatience flickered across Cicely’s face. “Are you done?”d2

Seth stared at the strands of her hair caught in the light above her, his expression indifferent. “Weren’t you supposed to go to Alyssa’s for Thanksgiving?”

Cicely’s complexion stiffened instantly. Her mind exploded with the shock.

Hugo?!

Sensing her body tense up, Seth lowered his gaze, his voice growing hoarse. “Grandpa has someone here to look after him, and you can rest easy. Since you promised to spend Thanksgiving with them, don’t keep them waiting. It’s not right.”

He paused for a moment, then slowly reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll take you there.”

“No need!”

Cicely jerked to her feet as if stung, shaking off Seth’s hand. Realizing she had overreacted, her eyes flickered and she changed her tone. “I mean, I’ll go back on my own.”

Seth pursed his lips, his gaze locked on her tense face, and after a moment of silence, he said in a raspy voice, “I’ll just drive you there. I won’t come in, okay?”

Cicely’s eyes trembled unexpectedly. She thought she had misheard. Ever since she first met Seth when she was younger, she had never heard such pleading and inquiry in his voice.

What’s more, he had everything nowadays, with power in his hands and calling the shots, and this submissive tone didn’t seem like it should come from him.

But why? Just to drive her home, he was putting on this act.

“What if I say no?”

Seth’s gaze lowered, his voice sounding like it was dragged out of him, “It’s Thanksgiving today, we could spend a little time.”

“You said you wouldn’t come in.”

“Not going in.” Seth stepped forward and gripped her arm, his dark eyes locking onto her glowing and radiant face. His husky voice seemed to come through a dense fog, “We’ll celebrate on the road.”

Cicely watched him silently for a while. After a long pause, she looked away, her voice calm and cold when she spoke again. “If I disagree, are you planning to drag this out all night?”

Seth pressed his lips together and remained silent.

Maybe that was his plan.

*

Once inside the car, Cicely leaned back in her seat, staring out the window expressionlessly. Seth got in from the other side, and the two sat at a distance from each other.

Halfway through the journey, silence reigned. Charlie, driving the car, felt the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Mr. Erik had pulled through, but were these two just planning to keep this deadlock? Both so stubborn, how would this end?

Cicely’s hand, resting by her side, was clenched tight. She didn’t trust Seth, or perhaps, she feared a “mishap” more.

Everything from three years ago came without warning, including her worries outside the operating room today, and even now. Even if Seth really did as he said and didn’t come in, she couldn’t predict what else might happen.

If he crossed that threshold, she couldn’t imagine what she’d have to face.

But she had to go back. She had promised Hugo to celebrate with him. No matter how difficult, she couldn’t break her word. Otherwise, her Hugo would be disappointed, sad, upset, and might even cry in secret.

The thought that there might be a chance of that made her heart cramp in pain. Those days of crying in secret were so heartbreaking. She couldn’t let that happen.

With a few visible teeth marks on her lower lip, she watched the car move forward, and the tension in her head grew tighter.

Beside her, there was a rustling sound, but she was too preoccupied to notice. After a short while, Seth’s hand came into view. She looked down to see a long, slender finger holding a half-eaten apple pie.

“You’ll probably have more to eat later, so just have half for now.”

A low, mellow voice filled the car, tinged with a hint of subdued pleasure. Cicely paused, turning to look at the man. In the dim light of the car, she could only make out half of his face. His dark eyes watched her quietly, simply wanting her to take the pie.

She looked back at the pie, her eyes flickering, and reached out to take it. He had said they would celebrate Thanksgiving on the road.

Under his unwavering gaze, she took a small bite. Seeing her eat, Seth allowed himself a small smile, glanced at the remaining half of the pie in his hand, and brought it to his lips.

Charlie in the front seat felt a pang of sadness. He had never seen Mr. Diaz eat apple pie before.

But did this count as celebrating Thanksgiving? It probably did, in a way.

After all, for the past three years, no one had celebrated Thanksgiving with Mr. Diaz, and no one had shared apple pie or a holiday meal with him. Even other holidays, it had always just been him alone.

Cicely felt a wave of sadness welling up, choking her. The pie in her mouth stuck, impossible to spit out or swallow. In the end, she took another bite of the pie, swallowing it down with the lump in her throat.

Soon, the car pulled up in front of Alyssa’s cozy little villa. Seth finished his pie while Cicely still had some left.

The moment the car stopped, Cicely couldn’t wait to open the door and leave. Charlie got out first.

Cicely was stopped by a gentle pull. She stiffened, turning to look at Seth. “You said…”

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

Seth spoke softly, the words stopping Cicely’s words in her mouth and filling her with a sense of shame, as if she had misjudged him.

few seconds but still left him

of her hand, not

the trunk into the villa, running back and

was playing with Hugo on the side, and when she

hearty, “Happy Thanksgiving, folks.”

His expression shifted to shock,

late to do anything but step in front of Hugo, trying

gaze, slowly closing his mouth, shaking his head. “No, nothing, I was just

remember how he had exited the door. It wasn’t until he was in the car for a while

lit mansion fade away through the car window, a hint of longing hidden in the depths

Diaz.” Charlie’s voice was

Seth did not respond.

a little boy in the

at the villa one last time, then withdrew his

you. And Ms. Cicely seemed quite guarded around me. Is

“Drive.”

pause, but after a few seconds, he

silent, untangling the mess of thoughts in his

don’t you confront

sweet and lingering, was still in his mouth. Seth slowly opened his eyes, silent for a moment. “She won’t even let

his lip. “But you can’t just

depends on how long she plans to keep

bargaining chip. He had made mistakes before, and used the wrong methods; he couldn’t repeat making the same

Even as a bystander, he felt this way; he

*

car had finally left did she

sorry. Mommy’s

eyes reddening, tears swirling but

wrapped tightly around her neck,

not for Seth’s reminder, she would have let Hugo down tonight. Hugo believed in her

“This child, he was so well-behaved, just waiting patiently for you; I’ve never seen a child so

her arms. “Alyssa, thank you for today. I’m

especially being around you young

you too,

such

voice, still quivering from crying,

pie? Let Mommy have a bite.” The child had insisted on waiting to eat his

the couch, and upon hearing

his dark eyes searching anxiously,

for him, but he didn’t know

about everything. Those beautiful yet unseeing eyes, those hands fumbling in the air,

tears welled up as she took Hugo’s hand and kissed it. “Hugo, Mommy also prepared

down, turned his head towards Cicely, his eyes filled with anticipation. “Where is

her hand, a piece Seth had

heart ached slightly as she fought back the sourness rising in her throat and brought the pie to Hugo’s lips. “Mommy’s already tried it; it’s delicious. Now you

hand, and bit into the

“Is it good?”

nodded, smiling happily.

a smile tinged

quickly finished

Hugo the pie she had saved for him earlier. “It’s almost dinner

Cicely, and she gently kissed his cheek. “Will you

He nodded. “Yes.”

had been sitting quietly on the couch the whole time, occasionally checking his

leg, reaching out to touch Hugo’s handsome face. “Hugo is so pretty and so well-behaved. He had a fever yesterday and didn’t even

paused briefly,

intend to hide it, “Yesterday afternoon, Hugo had a high fever, and I

remembered the missed

said he barely slept the night before he came out. He probably started feeling unwell then. Maybe he was afraid that if people knew he was

could understand Cicely’s feelings at that moment. If she could, she would take all of Hugo’s hardships and pain upon herself. Hugo was sick because of her, and he

for him

*

with at least seven or eight just

to her, even though

rich girl from P City, now transformed into someone almost unrecognizable. How time could change us,

been pining for before Anya dragged him off

although Hugo was curious, he sat obediently, waiting for Anya to show him how to play with the new toy

and regret lingered

be wonderful

he drive you here today?” Chloe

away from

thoughtfully, then said, “We should start the paperwork

quickly shook her head. “No, I

cut her off, her gaze cool and

remained impassive. “We took Hugo to the hospital and ran into him by chance. But don’t worry, he was just driving you here tonight, wasn’t

Yes, he had humbled himself just to bring

father, and you shouldn’t try to strip him of his rights and responsibilities.

silent, her

can’t yet imagine how Hugo, he, and

She could only offer her rational advice, not empathy, as the pain wasn’t hers. “But since he knows, you and Hugo shouldn’t have to be apart anymore. Besides, having Hugo with you is safer than leaving him in an orphanage. If he really wanted to harm the child, the

her

right. But what should she do? If Seth wouldn’t

Such a life would

future when it comes,” Damon, who had been indifferent until now, suddenly spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention. “The specialist just sent word.

hearing the news, her heart seemed to

world went silent. Only Damon’s voice

a long while, Cicely asked. “So Hugo will be able to see soon, right?”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay