The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 2094

Cicely was never a stingy person. Kane might not be the most reliable guy around. But his gesture of buying ten bottles of Chardonnay from her was sincere enough. So it was natural for her to prepare this table full of delicious food.

Yeah, it was all about the Chardonnay.

Cicely guided Hugo to his chair, where the maid tied a bib around his neck and set out a non-slip fork and spoon in front of him.

Cicely was there just to tidy things up a bit, rolling up Hugo’s sleeves for him. Cicely was much calmer and relaxed now than at the beginning when she wanted to hug Hugo all the time and was all nervous and overwhelmed.

Grandpa was well, Hugo’s eyes were healed, and she was free, living here with improved conditions. Everything had settled down.

She was slowly reclaiming her own identity, the one she had three years ago, haughty, aloof, and heartless. No one could catch her eye.d2

Back then, everyone but Seth got that treatment. Now, it was the same for everyone.

Unchanged, yet changed.

Her radiant face had gained a touch of maturity and grace through those three years. The arrogance in her brow persisted, yet it now held a certain fully-formed allure.

Seth’s gaze never left Cicely.

She picked up the fork and served Hugo some food. “Want mom to blow on it?”

Hugo shook his head, “I can do it. You eat, Mommy.”

Cicely smiled gently, caressing his cheek. “Good boy.”

Even Kane found this version of Cicely unsettling. She was so different from before. He thought, in these three years, Cicely had grown more than any of them.

The once haughty woman who needed assistance for every task, and couldn’t lift a finger, was now caring for others.

Seth longed to sit next to Cicely, but ended up across from her. It was the safest distance to avoid irritating her and the perfect spot for discreet observation.

Kane, observing Seth’s unusual timidity, shook his head. Love was a strange and wondrous thing. He bet that after dinner, Seth would be back in his room, wide awake with insomnia.

Sighing, Kane attempted to broach a subject with an elder’s poise.

Cicely glanced at him, “Care for some peanuts?”

Kane, reading the hidden thorns in her amused eyes, opened his mouth in confusion. “Maybe a bit more wine?”

Cicely frowned, “No alcohol served.”

“C’mon, it’s a rare gathering. Besides…” Kane winked towards Seth, “a little drink might help with sleep.”

Cicely set down her fork, and Kane hastily added, “I will buy two bottles of Lafite in exchange for any wine you have. Is that OK?”

Cicely looked toward the maid, “Do we have any cheap beer?”

The maid nodded, “Two cases in the storeroom.”

“Bring one up.”

Kane was speechless.

*

Kane was all about helping Seth sleep, but in the end, he was the one who ended up paralyzed on the couch clutching a bottle of wine.

Once Hugo finished his meal, Cicely had the maid take him upstairs. She glanced at Kane, mumbling nonsense on the sofa, a shadow crossing her expression. “Get him out of here before he ruins my carpet.”

With that, she turned to head upstairs.

“Cicely.”

She paused, her delicate hand resting on the banister.

Seth forced a smile, “Goodnight.”

Sounds of the dining room being tidied up mixed with Kane’s muffled chatter. After a moment, Cicely’s voice floated down, soft and delicate. “Goodnight.”

Seth’s heart skipped a beat. He had never realized how enchanting those words could be.

Kane slurred, “Cicely, I swear that I’ve never seen him making such a fool of himself. Damn hilarious…”

stairs, Seth looked away from the man slumped on the couch, yanking him up by

I’m choking… This is

car, Seth not even allowing him inside his home. Charlie was instructed to

you’ll be invited for dinner again soon?” Charlie couldn’t resist asking as he turned the car around. It wasn’t that he was particularly nosy, but he truly feared Mr.

the well-being of thousands. Though it was Mr. Diaz’s personal affair, it

saying slowly,

taken

“Then

thought to himself. “What did

*

Mansion rang again. Cicely opened the door. There stood Seth, impeccably dressed,

tilting her head slightly, “What’s this

deliver

looked at him,

didn’t cook, so I thought I’d drop by for

will but twenty bottles

a moment, then turned and walked back into the living room, leaving

*

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth…

at Cicely’s Mansion at least once a day for a meal. The gifts for Hugo piled up in the storage

humans are

things would have satisfied him

was hanging in mid-air. And he didn’t dare bring it up, because any mention

maintaining the status quo was better than reopening old wounds. But all that sensitivity and withholding disintegrated the day Lana came to Cicely’s Mansion for dinner a week

“Well,

Lana, his body coiling with an uneasy

her gaze playful yet piercing. “Packing up some things before I leave,” she

grip on the gift

Lana

Her expression remained neutral upon seeing Seth, as she walked over to

on the floor, his nose buried in a picture book. Once blind, now that he could see, he dedicated

a pear. Hugo bit

smile with a gentle

usual. “Dad” had become a natural part of Hugo’s vocabulary. Seth’s face, previously

Cicely and Seth, sensing

she too was baffled. Why would Seth come to her home, uninvited, and then act so coldly

her, she restrained any outward

without Lana’s

to stay

dinner, as Hugo yawned and the conversation dwindled, Lana

his eyes, Hugo

you bathed and into bed early then. We have to rise with

his

the couch, shuffled into his

sofa, looking disinterested and lazily content. “Was there something else?”

yawned. His mouth remained

was scooped up into his arms. Holding onto his shoulder, she

but

clearly, though. “I’ll carry

removed her shoes. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she curled

by the bed, his voice husky. “Aren’t you going to take a

Cicely hummed a response.

sleep without bathing,”

“Can you just let

delicate profile for a moment longer before

enveloping her. She guessed what he wanted to do; it was evident he was yearning to

like an eternity, Seth withdrew, and Cicely heard the soft click of the door closing. In the dim light, Cicely slowly opened her eyes and stared at the curtains that Seth had just drawn. She seemed to be thinking about something, then closed

Cicely’s delicate scent still lingering in his nostrils, and his

did a hundred times. But he didn’t know how to start, nor did he dare to

he do if

*

slept straight through until dawn. She woke with a scowl, tossing the covers aside and heading for

stairs to find the servants quietly tidying the living room. They looked

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