The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Cicely’s eyelashes fluttered twice.

“I opened the door for him yesterday with the intent of leading him to believe that you and Hugo would come with me. He must be scared,” Lana admitted, taking a deep breath.

Cicely’s slender fingers trembled slightly, her gaze fixed on the rearview mirror where Seth’s car followed at a distance. So that stern face he wore last night was because of this. He lingered at the end, hesitant, probably wanting to ask if it was true.

He’s afraid she and Hugo would leave, so he stood guard at the door?

Cicely closed her eyes for a moment in thought.

The three tickets were purchased well in advance, yet Seth, tailing them, was stopped outside for lack of one. He faced a line snaking to the ticket window.d2

“Mommy, Daddy doesn’t have a ticket, what do we do?” Hugo’s voice was tinged with worry.

Cicely once thought she’d do everything she could to bond with Hugo, and to blend their lives seamlessly together. Cicely had spent time drawing and playing piano with him, catering to his whims, lavishing him with love, but it always felt like something was missing. Then Seth made it look easy. Hugo was a boy after all. Seth crashed at their place for dinner a few nights in a row, and Cicely couldn’t fathom how a man of few words managed to connect so warmly and steadily with a two-year-old.

Cicely felt a twinge of jealousy as she glanced at Seth and said indifferently, “He’ll figure it out.”

“Let’s wait for him here then.”

Cicely pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Seth glanced their way. Hugo waved at him, and Cicely, holding Hugo, turned to leave.

Seth caught a couple who had just bought tickets. He glanced at the woman’s tickets, and with a domineering presence that radiated from him, said, “Ten times the price, sell me your tickets.”

The woman, startled by Seth’s deep, icy tone and handsome face, nodded dumbly, “Okay.”

Her boyfriend, coming to his senses, wrapped an arm around her, “I…”

“I’ll buy yours too,” Seth cut him off.

The boyfriend paused, and the woman quickly handed over the tickets to Seth. “Here you go.”

Seth took the tickets, transferring the money to them with his phone.

“Daddy’s awesome. Here he comes!” Hugo clapped his hands joyfully, his eyes sparkling as Seth approached.

Cicely didn’t run away but watched as Seth came closer with a look of urgency.

Hugo reached out to be lifted into his father’s arms. Seth scooped him up, and Cicely’s expression soured, but she let go. “Daddy, can we go there first?” Hugo pointed to a colorful building nearby, behind its glass walls, employees in cartoon costumes mingled with brightly dressed children, mostly girls.

“Sure,” Seth nodded.

It was a themed diner where parents cooked with their kids. Hugo chose omelette from the pictures, and they were handed three aprons of different sizes.

Based on the way these people were dressed, the staff was really a little curious as to whether or not they’d be successful at cooking the food. Yet, this family easily caught everyone’s eye.

“Omelette looks easy, but it’s tricky. Good luck, guys.”

Actually, Cicely couldn’t even separate an egg yolk. Watching her struggle, Hugo grew anxious. And Cicely’s patience also waned.

Seth, having prepared the other ingredients, saw Cicely about to give up and poured some mineral water into a pot, then gently nudged her hand. Cicely looked up. He squeezed the bottle, aimed at the yolk, and released it. The yolk slipped into the bottle.

“Wow!” Hugo’s eyes were wide with amazement. The stars seemed to hide in his gaze.

Cicely was surprised, too, but only for a moment.

Then Seth cracked more eggs, deftly separated the whites, and began to cook.

Cicely tried again, but her second attempt at flipping the omelette failed. Frustrated, she mixed in rice, making fried rice instead.

Hugo was silent as the nearby chuckle began. Cicely’s brow furrowed as she caught the gaze of a circle of young mothers, their smiles seeming to mock her.

so

and he

“Too bad though.”

The phrase

was nearly finished, looking almost identical to the picture. Applause broke out when he completed his dish. Seth looked at Cicely, pushing the plate

but watched the dish pass him

little fingers stirring the air. Seeing the

only thinking of mommy, and he’s not

take you to play with the

daughter is beautiful

girls in their arms. Hugo looked lost. This wasn’t what

down at Hugo, barely

of food that Cicely had whipped up

sleeve, pointing to the omelette,

for a second, then scooped up a bite with her fork and tasted

eager

returned the favor, loading a forkful

in front of him. He started

Seth’s action and focused even more on feeding

whole omelette. Seth, for his part,

out, Lana was sipping coffee at the adjacent open-air café. Cicely approached her, “Is this your idea of fun? The food and coffee out here can’t

an eyebrow, “Isn’t a day at the amusement park all about

lips, “The emphasis should be

like you’ve got some experience in this

a moment, “I think I’ve been to an amusement

at Seth,

head, “No,

expression darkened imperceptibly. Lana observed this change with a subtle arch of her brow,

tired after a

naturally, Cicely and Lana weren’t about to suit

by default. After all, he was the one who tagged along. But there was

jacket in his hands and stuffing it into

refuse – not that she minded handling

buddy. I’ll sit here and keep an eye on you,” Seth said, his voice

the edge of the bench – they barely reached. Clutching a ball he’d fished out of a nearby pond,

him, pausing for a beat, his voice always tinged with a raspy warmth,

this world, your roles were set. No one gets to say you’re not my parents, and no one has that right. I belong to both of you. Mom says you both love me a lot, so I should love you both just

as if to the

Mom aren’t living together like other kids’ parents, and there must be a reason for that. But since Mom already said that, if I were distant with you, she wouldn’t be happy. Sometimes, I’m not sure what to do, but I

hand, pressed to his

still likes you, but thinks she should dislike you. I don’t believe Mom’s the type to let someone she dislikes be around just because they love me. Even though you’re my dad,

gaze froze, his hand slowly dropping. After a moment, Seth spoke

sighed as if

patting it gently, causing

Seth, “Believe

fell silent. Was this

over, Seth still took Hugo to

to his heart’s

Cicely and Lana followed, each clutching a coffee. The two women had done nothing but wander and rest all day, never missing a chance for a sit-down or a snack. Now they seemed drained of energy, sapped by the

eyeing the father and son ahead, “Good thing he came. If I’d known an amusement park trip was this

agreement, “I’m definitely not

at the park was quite the feat for someone who couldn’t

waved back with a smile. “Mom, I forgot to invite Anya to come this time.

Cicely: “Sure.”

side, clearly enjoying the

Seth’s shoulder, watching Cicely for a bit before

his own cheek, then looked at Seth, “Dad,

him, and Seth had to chew over the words

all sweaty. Let’s get you home for a