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…”

of the stairs, Seth looked away from the man slumped on the couch, yanking

I’m choking… This

pushed into a car, Seth not even allowing him inside his home. Charlie was instructed to take Kane

around. It wasn’t that he was particularly

entire company prospered. One man’s happiness affected the well-being of thousands. Though it was Mr. Diaz’s personal affair, it had far-reaching

saying slowly, “Do you want

taken

“Then

thought to himself. “What did that

*

opened the door. There stood Seth, impeccably dressed, holding two

tilting

to deliver Hugo’s

looked at him, saying

cook, so I thought I’d drop by

twenty

turned and walked

*

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth…

Mansion at least once a day for a meal. The gifts for Hugo

are greedy

meals, let him see Hugo, and interacted with 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

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

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

Lana who opened the door to the villa for him that day. Her brow creased slightly at the sight of him. “Well, ”

his body coiling with an

gaze playful yet piercing. “Packing up some

grip on the gift he brought

aside, Lana granted

Her expression remained neutral upon seeing Seth,

the floor, his nose buried in a picture book. Once blind, now that

plate beside him and handed him a pear. Hugo bit into

the smile with a gentle

him with the same cheerfulness as usual. “Dad” had become a natural part of Hugo’s vocabulary. Seth’s face, previously taut with tension,

between Cicely and

and then act so coldly toward their son? Was she being too kind to

outward display, especially with

without Lana’s departure

to

and the conversation dwindled, Lana gently touched his

Hugo nodded

and into bed early then. We have

his

shuffled into his little slippers,

sofa, looking disinterested and lazily

weary face, his lips parting slightly as she yawned. His mouth remained tightly shut as he

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

but it came out soft

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

and removed her shoes.

his voice husky. “Aren’t you

Cicely hummed a response.

uncomfortable to sleep without bathing,” he

furrowed her brow. “Can you just let

watching her delicate profile for a moment longer before turning off the lights and leaving just a nightlight

do; it was

the door closing. In the dim light, Cicely slowly opened her eyes and stared at the curtains that Seth had just

the closed door, Cicely’s delicate scent still lingering

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

would he do if she really decided to

*

to bed early the previous night, vaguely remembering she had planned to bathe but instead slept straight through until dawn. She woke with a scowl, tossing the covers aside and heading

living room. They looked surprised to see her

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