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…”

the man slumped on the couch, yanking him up by the

I’m choking… This is

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

asking as he turned the car around. It wasn’t that he was particularly nosy, but he truly feared Mr. Diaz’s demeanor from three years ago and just

the well-being of thousands. Though it

glanced at him, saying slowly, “Do you

was taken aback,

nodded, “Then perform

to himself.

*

at noon, the doorbell at Cicely’s Mansion rang again. Cicely opened the door. There stood Seth, impeccably dressed, holding two toy boxes. “Good

tilting her head

to deliver Hugo’s

looked at him,

thought I’d drop by for

will but twenty bottles

a moment, then turned and

*

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth…

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

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

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

the status quo was better than reopening old wounds. But all that sensitivity and withholding disintegrated the day Lana

the sight of him. “Well, ” she said, her

eyes on Lana, his body coiling

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

the gift he brought tightened

Lana granted him

plate decorated with animal-shaped fruits, obviously prepared for Hugo. Her expression remained neutral upon seeing Seth,

nose buried in a picture book. Once blind, now that he could see, he dedicated hours each

the plate beside him and handed him a pear. Hugo

a gentle

same cheerfulness as usual. “Dad” had become a natural part of Hugo’s vocabulary.

Cicely and Seth, sensing the

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

restrained any outward display,

passed without Lana’s departure being

to stay

Hugo yawned and the conversation dwindled, Lana gently touched

his eyes, Hugo nodded

you bathed and into bed early then. We have

watched, his jaw

off the couch, shuffled into his little slippers, and toddled upstairs with

and lazily content. “Was there something else?” she asked without looking at

lips parting slightly as she yawned. His mouth remained tightly shut as he watched her for a moment longer. Then,

him, she was scooped up into his arms. Holding

but it

clearly, though. “I’ll carry you upstairs

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

by the bed, his voice husky. “Aren’t

Cicely hummed a response.

to sleep without bathing,” he

brow. “Can you just let

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

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 her lips, he hesitated, breathing

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

back at the closed door, Cicely’s delicate scent still lingering in his nostrils, and

he didn’t know how

if she

*

to bed early the previous night, vaguely remembering she had planned to bathe but instead slept straight through

tidying the living room. They looked surprised to see her

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