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…”

from the man slumped on the couch, yanking him up by the collar and dragging him out of

choking… This

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

car around. It wasn’t

the well-being

glanced at him, saying slowly, “Do

taken

“Then perform

to himself. “What did

*

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

leaned against the doorway, tilting her head slightly, “What’s

to deliver

looked at him,

I thought I’d

will but twenty bottles

and walked back into the living room, leaving the door

*

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth…

a day for a meal. The gifts for Hugo piled up in

humans are greedy

him with calm indifference. These things would have satisfied him in the past, but she never once mentioned their past, nor talked about the future or whether she

mid-air. And he didn’t dare bring it up,

that maintaining the status quo was better than reopening old wounds. But all that sensitivity

sight of him. “Well,

he laid eyes on Lana, his body coiling

piercing. “Packing up some things

on the gift he brought

aside, Lana

the kitchen holding a plate decorated with animal-shaped fruits, obviously prepared for Hugo. Her expression remained neutral upon

picture book. Once blind, now that he could

handed him a pear. Hugo bit into

returned the smile with a gentle voice, “You’re

as usual. “Dad” had become a natural part of Hugo’s vocabulary. Seth’s face, previously taut with tension, now forced a

glanced between Cicely and Seth, sensing the

her home, uninvited, and then act so coldly

anger simmered within her, she restrained any outward display, especially with her aunt

Lana’s departure

to stay

conversation dwindled, Lana gently touched his cheek.

Hugo nodded in

We have to rise with the

watched, his jaw

shuffled into his little slippers, and toddled upstairs with

corner of the sofa, looking disinterested and lazily content. “Was there

remained tightly shut as he watched her for a moment longer. Then,

get a clear look at him, she was scooped up into his arms. Holding onto his shoulder, she murmured

to sound stern, but it

seemed to hear her clearly, though. “I’ll carry you upstairs

down, and removed her

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

Cicely hummed a response.

to sleep without bathing,” he

furrowed her brow. “Can you just let

moment longer before turning off the lights and

presence drawing closer, his warmth enveloping her. She guessed what he wanted to do; it was evident he was yearning to kiss her. Yet, just

In the dim light, Cicely slowly opened her eyes and stared at the curtains that Seth had just drawn. She seemed to be

lingering in his nostrils, and his mind raced with the thought of

he didn’t know how to start, nor did he dare to

he do if she really decided to

*

planned to bathe but instead slept straight through until

up, she descended the stairs to find the servants quietly tidying the living room. They looked surprised to see her awake

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