The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“You don’t owe me any apologies. Even if you were dead, it wouldn’t be any of my business.”

Cicely’s chauffeur couldn’t stand idly by, “Miss…” The words seemed especially cruel considering Seth had just narrowly escaped the Grim Reaper’s clutches. His nerves were still rattled, and this talk of death felt like tempting fate.

Seth pressed his lips together, silent for a moment before wiping his face with a blood-soaked hand. He paused when he saw the crimson smears, then clenched his hand and let it hang by his side. Turning to the driver, he said nothing.

*

“Just take them home,” he finally muttered. “I’ll stay for the traffic cops.”

“What you should be doing is getting to the hospital, not waiting around for the police.” Lana’s voice cut in, her brows furrowed, and her aura stormy.d2

“You are running a high fever and got into a car accident. If you delay any longer, you’ll either fry your brain, or get a concussion. Or get a lovely combo of both and become an idiot. That way, you won’t be able to do anything stupid, and you’ll save on support money.”

Seth stiffened.

The driver chimed in, “Yeah, Mr. Diaz, you really should get to the hospital. Your health comes first.”

*

With the car wrecked and the urgent need for a hospital, hopping into Cicely’s car was the quickest option.

Cicely didn’t speak as she got in and cradled Hugo in her arms.

Hugo’s little face was pale as he clung to her clothes. “Mommy, I saw Daddy. There was so much blood.”

Cicely felt Hugo trembling and held him tighter. “Yeah, but it’s okay, Daddy’s smart. He knows how to minimize danger in an emergency,” she reassured Hugo.

The driver, who had already gotten into the car, sighed after hearing her words. “Miss, if we’re talking about minimizing danger when a crash is inevitable, Mr. Diaz’s best move would’ve been to not swerve and hit the brakes,” the driver commented.

Cicely frowned, “So he’s crazy?”

The driver shook his head, “If he had gone straight, he would’ve hit the car ahead, and that car would’ve hit ours.”

A realization hit Cicely hard.

The driver looked at Lana, who was busy ushering Seth to the passenger seat with a cold demeanor.

“We’re all fine, even if our car got rear-ended, it wouldn’t necessarily mean we’d get hurt. But you would’ve definitely been frightened.”

As Seth was practically stuffed into the passenger seat, Cicely held Hugo, who was trying to wriggle free, and glanced in the rearview mirror, locking eyes with Seth in reflection. “Mommy, I want to see Daddy.”

Cicely averted her gaze. “Daddy’s fine. Be good, Hugo. We’re taking Daddy to the hospital now.”

She didn’t want Hugo to see Seth covered in blood.

*

After a series of checks, the doctor’s expression was grim. “What were you thinking? Driving with a fever of over 102? Even if you’d made it home safely, you probably would’ve fried your brain.” The doctor had no patience for irrational patients who gambled with their lives.

Cicely, chided and stone-faced, asked, “How is he now?”

“Concussion. The head wound needs stitches. He’s staying overnight to bring the fever down.”

Cicely bit her lip. Stitches and concussion. None of it was reassuring.

Just then, a young nurse ran over, tears streaming down her face.

“What happened?” asked the doctor.

The young nurse, holding scissors, sobbed, “The patient with the fever and the car accident won’t let me shave his head. He’s so scary.”

The doctor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “What’s more important, his life or his hair?”

The nurse sniffled, “You should be telling him that, not me.”

The doctor was speechless.

do they need to shave his head?”

We have to shave the hair around the wound,” the doctor

was silent for a moment before pressing her lips

The doctor looked at Cicely, “Do you have

shook her

we just let him

Cicely frowned.

*

“If you’re the help the nurses have

Cicely cut him off, then stepped closer, fingers probing his scalp until she found the wound near the left temple. “Shaving off a lock will be covered by the hair on top. It won’t be noticeable, and your hair will

like

not exactly fond of you right now, especially with the way you’re behaving, so that’s hardly a

the nurse shaved as little as possible.

but smirk at Seth’s sullen face. Despite just losing a tuft of

ordeal with the haircut had taken its toll, and with the IV drip in, Seth had drifted off to

by his bedside, watching him sleep, then looked at Cicely and whispered,

picked up Hugo. “Alright, it’s time

a little disappointed, “Are we just leaving Daddy here

take care

lingering on Seth, lying in the

Lana was waiting by the door. Seeing Cicely, she had an expression that was both

“Yes.”

entrance when Charlie hurried over. “Ms.

“He’s in room V2010.”

like he wanted to say more, but Cicely didn’t give him the

the drive back, night had fallen, and Hugo, exhausted, fell asleep in Cicely’s arms. Cicely, too, had closed her eyes for

had been silent throughout the journey, but as they neared Cicely’s Mansion, Lana suddenly spoke up, “Let me ask you one more time, do

and turned to look at

pulled up at Cicely’s Mansion, and

two just going to keep this up? Cicely, if you want to avoid any entanglements with him, three years aren’t enough. You walk away for another three, five, or ten years. Or, just stop wasting time and

gaze flicked to Hugo in Cicely’s arms, her tone resigned, “Perhaps do it for

holding Hugo, headed upstairs, “We’re getting along peacefully now, and I won’t stop

If you’re not with him, does

furrowed her brow, “If I meet someone I like

you’d consider finding a

and gently placed him on the bed, “That’s a

you’ll find a man

he loves me even a little, I’m coming

completely. “You really have thought this

to see what’s for

*

the time Cicely came downstairs. The servants promptly set the table upon her inquiry. She sat down and

“Right away.”

energy to embark on a new

took her fork, her face rather cold.

“How could I mess around?

Lana said no more.

him up, fed him, and bathed him. It was past eleven when he finally went back

*

a nurse coming to remove his IV, Seth looked around the hospital room—there was only

“Mr. Diaz, you’re awake!”

His gaze swept the room again,

“Ms. Cicely and the young master have gone

nurse removed the IV. Only then did he get out of bed, fighting off a wave of dizziness. He grabbed his jacket from the sofa and headed for

what are you

past the nurse. Halfway out, he

noting Seth’s fever.

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