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…”

slumped on the couch, yanking him

choking… This is

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

chance you’ll be invited for dinner again soon?” Charlie couldn’t resist asking as he turned the car around. It wasn’t that

happiness affected the well-being of thousands. Though it was

slowly,

was taken

“Then perform

himself. “What did that

*

at Cicely’s Mansion rang again. Cicely opened

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

deliver

at him, saying

thought I’d drop

but twenty bottles

a moment, then turned and walked back into the living

*

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth…

a day for a meal.

are greedy

let him see Hugo, and interacted with him with calm indifference. These things would have satisfied him in the past,

dare bring it up, because any mention of the past was absolutely

than reopening old wounds. But all that sensitivity and withholding disintegrated the day Lana came to Cicely’s Mansion for dinner

at the sight of him. “Well,

on Lana, his body coiling with an

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

grip on the gift he

aside, Lana granted

from the kitchen holding a plate decorated with animal-shaped fruits, obviously prepared for Hugo. Her

the floor, his nose buried in a picture book. Once blind, now that he could see, he dedicated hours each day to devouring

Hugo bit into it and then sat up, smiling.

with a

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

and

home, uninvited, and then act so coldly toward

she restrained any outward display, especially with her aunt

without Lana’s departure being

to stay

Hugo yawned and the conversation dwindled, Lana gently touched his cheek. “Tired,

Hugo nodded

early then. We have to rise

watched, his

shuffled into his little slippers, and

in the corner of the sofa, looking disinterested and lazily content. “Was there something else?” she asked without looking

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

look at him, she was scooped up into his arms.

stern, but it came

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

as he carried her to her room, laid her down, and removed her shoes. As soon as her

the bed, his voice husky. “Aren’t you

Cicely hummed a response.

uncomfortable to sleep without bathing,”

“Can you just

delicate profile for a moment longer before turning off the lights and leaving

drifted between consciousness, Cicely could feel Seth’s 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 inches away from

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

lingering in his nostrils, and his

did a hundred times. But he didn’t know how to start,

if she really decided to

*

to bathe but instead slept straight through until

the servants quietly tidying the living room. They looked

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