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.

him with those cold words before turning and opening the car

her hand, not

from the trunk into the villa, running back and forth three times to finish

the side, and when

with a hearty, “Happy Thanksgiving, folks.” But as his gaze swept across the room, it landed

him. His expression shifted to shock, his mouth gaping open as

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

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

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

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

Charlie’s voice was

Seth did not respond.

little boy in

eyes flickered, glanced at the villa one last

looks a lot like you. And Ms. Cicely

“Drive.”

pause, but after a few seconds, he understood. Mr.

silent, untangling the mess

you confront it, Mr.

mouth. Seth slowly opened his eyes, silent for a moment. “She won’t even let me drive her now.” If he confronted her, would she take the child and go into

his lip. “But you can’t just pretend you

she plans to keep it from

before, and used

chest, suffocating. Even as a bystander, he felt this way; he could hardly imagine what the man in the back seat

*

finally left did she bend down and hug

I’m sorry. Mommy’s

were pressed tightly together, his eyes reddening, tears swirling but not falling.

embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around her neck, unable

would have let

he was so well-behaved, just

her arms. “Alyssa, thank you

old and love the excitement, especially being

you too,

Oh, such

still quivering from crying,

Let Mommy have a bite.”

and upon hearing Alyssa’s words, she looked

off Cicely’s lap, his dark eyes searching anxiously, hands reaching out into the air. “Ms. Chloe. Where

it for

the world, and curious about everything. Those beautiful yet unseeing eyes, those hands fumbling in the air, his face a mixture of urgency and helplessness, tugged

she took Hugo’s hand and kissed it.

Cicely,

Seth had given her, which she had nibbled but not

heart ached slightly as she fought back the sourness rising in her throat and brought the pie to

hand, and bit

“Is it good?”

nodded, smiling

into a smile tinged with

quickly finished

him earlier. “It’s almost dinner

kissed his cheek. “Will you eat a lot

He nodded. “Yes.”

couch the whole time,

against Cicely’s leg, reaching out to touch Hugo’s handsome face. “Hugo is so pretty and so well-behaved. He had a fever yesterday

briefly, “A

hide it, “Yesterday afternoon, Hugo had

the missed calls

probably started feeling unwell then.

one could understand Cicely’s feelings at that moment. If she could, she would take all of Hugo’s hardships and pain upon herself. Hugo

there for him when

*

of dishes, with at least seven

throughout the meal, a tender and attentive act that seemed to come naturally to her, even though she hadn’t had much

from P City, now transformed

Hugo in devouring the pie he’d been pining for before Anya dragged him off to unwrap the

there, tearing into the giftwrapping, and although Hugo was curious, he sat obediently, waiting for Anya to show him how to play with the new toy before they

at him, a mix of tenderness and regret

it be wonderful if Hugo could

Chloe

looked away from Hugo and

should start the paperwork to get

up and quickly shook her head. “No,

Chloe cut her off, her gaze cool and steady. “He’s already

stiffened as the fragile peace in her mind shattered. Her face drained of color, but Chloe remained impassive. “We took

had humbled

father, and you shouldn’t

her demeanor slowly

right, but I can’t yet imagine how Hugo, he, and

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 orphanage couldn’t

her

she do? If Seth wouldn’t let her go, did she have

a life would be

who had been indifferent until now, suddenly spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention. “The specialist just sent word. The surgery is in three days. Get ready; we

Upon hearing the news, her

world went silent. Only Damon’s voice echoed

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