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…”

figure vanished at the top of the stairs, Seth looked away from the man slumped on the couch, yanking

choking… This is

car, Seth not even allowing him inside

asking as he turned the car around. It wasn’t that

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

him, saying slowly, “Do you want

was taken aback,

nodded, “Then perform

thought to himself. “What did that

*

rang again. Cicely opened the door. There stood

against the doorway, tilting

deliver

at him,

thought I’d

will but twenty bottles of

looked down, silent for a moment, then turned and walked back into the

*

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth…

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

humans are

let him mooch meals, let him see Hugo, and interacted with him with calm indifference. These things would have satisfied him

it up, because any

But all that sensitivity and withholding disintegrated the day Lana

him. “Well, ” she said, her tone laced with disbelief. “I

body coiling with an uneasy anticipation. “What’re you doing

piercing. “Packing up some things before I leave,” she replied

the gift he brought

Lana

from the kitchen holding a plate decorated with animal-shaped fruits, obviously prepared for Hugo. Her expression remained neutral upon seeing Seth, as she walked over to

a picture book. Once blind, now that he could see, he dedicated hours each day to

Hugo bit into it and then sat

a gentle

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

between Cicely and Seth, sensing

uninvited, and then act so coldly

outward display, especially with her aunt in

without Lana’s departure being

to stay

conversation

his eyes, Hugo nodded

bed early then. We have to rise with the

his

slipped off the couch, shuffled into his little slippers, and toddled

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

yawned. His mouth remained tightly

him, she was scooped up into his arms. Holding

sound stern, but it came

hear her clearly, though. “I’ll carry

carried her to her room, laid her down, and removed her shoes. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she curled up and fell asleep, hugging

his voice husky.

Cicely hummed a response.

sleep without

brow. “Can

profile for a moment longer before turning off

guessed what he wanted to do; it was evident he was yearning

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

lingering in his nostrils, and his mind raced with the

wanted to ask about it, almost did a hundred times. But he didn’t know how to start, nor did

if she really decided

*

had gone 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

servants quietly tidying the living room. They

bedding in my room,” she instructed.Books Chapters Are

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