The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 2097

He never said “I love you,” but his love never ceased.

Back in the day, Seth loved her, and she loved him back, so a little coaxing was all it took. Now, Seth still loved her, but she didn’t want to love anymore. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t coax her back into it.

Cicely’s love had been open and bold, but her decision to stop loving was swift and decisive. Once she made up her mind, she never looked back.

It seemed that in their relationship, the control was never really in Seth’s hands. The one who was truly afraid wasn’t Cicely; it was Seth. Even now, that hadn’t changed.

Lana closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the surge of sorrow. “What are you planning to do?” Lana asked.

Seth shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe, it’s enough if she just doesn’t leave. As long as she doesn’t vanish from my sight, and I can see her anytime and know what’s happening with her…”d2

Lana tugged at her lips. “And that satisfies you?”

Seth didn’t hesitate. “It doesn’t.”

Lana felt a tightness in her chest. It was as if she were Seth, trapped in a space with all exits blocked, unable to find a way out.

Irritation, anxiety, near madness.

After a moment of silence, she said, “She is not leaving today. Go back to the hospital.”

Seth looked at Lana and asked. “Really?”

“If you don’t trust me enough, then you can have someone else watch her.”

“She’ll get angry.”

Seth said softly, attempting to retract his arm from the pillar, his rigid body swaying slightly.

Lana pressed her lips together, looking at him solemnly, “She won’t be up this early. Come in and have something to eat.”

Seth didn’t move.

“When you’re completely drained, down with an illness you can’t shake off, or passed out for days, do you think Cicely will stay by your hospital bed or take the opportunity to run away with Hugo?”

Seth’s dark eyes finally flickered.

Lana lowered her gaze and opened the door to the house. Seth stood still for a moment before lifting his feet and walking stiffly inside.

Lana instructed the servants to prepare breakfast for Seth. It was a simple meal: oatmeal, some side dishes, and two fried eggs.

“Is this what she usually has for breakfast?” Seth asked.

Lana, with a cup of hot water in front of her, hummed a response, “Yeah, she usually eats with Hugo. It’s the same breakfast. Sometimes she makes Hugo a sandwich. Kids love those.”

Seth nodded, glancing at the fried eggs. “She prefers boiled eggs, a little runny in the middle. They should be soaked in saltwater for a few days first.”

Lana pursed her lips. “She never mentioned it.”

*

After breakfast, Seth didn’t linger. When he left, Charlie was already there. Noticing Seth come out, Charlie hurriedly opened the car door.

Seth was flushed. He had forced himself to eat breakfast despite having no appetite, his head spinning, his stomach churning. He stubbornly endured it.

His fever returned with a vengeance. Upon arriving at the hospital, the medical staff scurried around until they finally got an IV into him. By then, Seth was already deeply asleep.

*

Cicely came down for breakfast with Hugo, finding Lana already seated in the dining room.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, Grand-aunt.”

Cicely and Hugo greeted her, and Lana responded with a smile only to Hugo, “Good morning, Hugo. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here, today I will feed you.”

“Okay.”

for Hugo and glanced at Cicely, who was eating peacefully, biting her lip. “Planning

didn’t change. “Grandpa wants to teach Hugo

going to see him,

Hugo’s been asking about him

you’d woken up a bit earlier, maybe Hugo could’ve seen

paused in her eating, looking up at Lana. “He

know when he arrived. When I opened the

Hugo’s bowl of porridge. “He had a

all happening yesterday. Who knows, he’s like a madman. I am afraid he might actually die on our doorstep, so I let

Cicely didn’t respond.

Hugo stopped eating. “Is Daddy going

loves you so

his mood turning

*

without playing

one man, sick in the hospital, with only an assistant, who was neither family nor friend, by his side. “It’s like he’s living

stood aside, glancing at Cicely. Hugo approached the bed, looking at Seth, deep

a layer of sweat, his face flushed and his brows furrowed while his thin lips flushed

had never seen

*

despite the room filling with people, he showed no sign of waking.

Hugo out of the ward. “Mommy,

Hugo and

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

a couple of seconds. “Is Daddy

hesitated. “It’s nothing, just

and it was awful. I think Daddy feels as bad

softly,

Lana watched on silently.

*

around 9 p.m., and Charlie immediately notified the

water from

past nine in the

the glass and threw off

“Mr. Diaz!”

could guess what was on Seth’s mind and tried to stop him, “I’ve got people watching

instantly, “Who gave you the permission

I assure you

Diaz, there are thousands of employees across our companies counting on you. Even if you feel the need to keep watch yourself, could you at least grab

“It’s still early.”

*

the wee hours of the morning, Cicely

felt like

closed double doors for a long while, then, with determination, she pushed one open. The chill air brought a cutting wind with it, nipping sharply at her bones. Cicely squinted her eyes and shrugged her shoulders

light, a figure strode toward her. Before she could react, she was enveloped in a man’s embrace. His

are you doing out here?!” Seth’s voice was hoarse and fierce,

she found herself

the sound brought Cicely fully back to the moment, prompting her to

house; her push sent him stumbling back against the

and seeing him lift his gaze

“It’s cold outside.”

lips twisted sarcastically, “Feeling cold

his Adam’s apple bobbing, his

to leave one day, I wouldn’t choose to sneak away in the dead of night. What’s the point of standing guard all night? And if I truly wanted to leave, what could you

gaze fixed on her as if stumped. “Other than stopping you, it seems I have no

laughed, “Are you planning to forcefully keep

you really want

followed without

Cicely didn’t speak.

there’s no need for me to force

to wear me down for the

“I don’t want to wear you down. Tell me, what do I

tense. “You don’t have to do anything. I’m already more than tolerant of you, Seth. Don’t push

muffled due to the fever. The sound reverberated in her ears and

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