The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Azriel & Phoebe

The sterile scent of disinfectant filled the hallway of the hospital as Phoebe sat outside the emergency room, slumped on a bench, the picture of despair.

How could someone get food poisoning from a simple microwave meal?

Her day had begun with delivering a man to the police station and ended with rushing the same man to the hospital.

Phoebe pursed her lips, feeling a reluctant sympathy for him. She thought her luck had hit rock bottom recently, but apparently, there was someone worse off.

The emergency room doors swung open.d2

Phoebe’s heart skipped a beat as she hurried forward, her voice laced with concern, “Doctor, how is he?”

“Hmm, the surgery went fine, and the stomach’s been pumped. Just take good care of him,” the doctor replied.

Phoebe exhaled deeply, bowing profusely at the doctor in gratitude. “Thank you, doctor. Thank you!”

As long as he was alive, everything else could be worked out.

Soon after, a team of nurses wheeled the man out of the ER. He was still unconscious, his handsome face so pale it was almost unbearable to look at.

Phoebe rushed over, cradling his hand that hung over the side of the gurney, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at Azriel. “Thank heavens, you’re still alive.”

Anyone else witnessing her expression and relief might have been moved by her evident concern for the man. It was a rare display of heartfelt emotion. But only those in the know understood that Phoebe’s concern was purely because she wouldn’t have to face jail time.

And now…

*

noon the next day. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by an uncomfortably close and beaming smile. His

Phoebe asked with an awkward

Azriel’s expression instantly

amiss, and quickly stood

Phoebe hovered anxiously in the corner of the room, peering over to

revealing a set of finely sculpted abs. Although her exclamation was quiet, she immediately noticed Azriel’s icy gaze upon her. Blushing, she fiddled with

still almost thirteen hours until you can eat, so get

eagerly escorted the doctor out, then reluctantly returned to the room, facing Azriel’s chilly stare. She didn’t know how to proceed, and

and remained silent. Right. The man had just woken up; he wasn’t going to

reading

Silence.

“Or watching TV?”

out, “It’s not like I did it on purpose. What do you want? I’ve got no money, but I’ve

moment

previous mercy was the only reason she was still breathing. She had appeared ready to face anything, but now she shrunk back, a pathetic and

a great man,

none of

suave, and sophisticated. Surely, a man like

get you nowhere. Besides,

taken aback. Was he shamelessly enjoying her flattery without offering

supplicant. “This isn’t flattery; it’s the honest truth. Otherwise,

can forgive me twice, and besides, it’s not like not forgiving me does you any good, so…”

up where she left off, “So what? Forgiving you benefits

same question. Indeed, what was the benefit? “Just good karma? Maybe a

with a flat look, “My

renewed flattery, “You have to be a person in your next life as well. I’ll owe you a service in my next life to

help but crack a smile