The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

What the heck was he babbling about!

“I’m stiff as a board, can’t dance a step.”

Azriel would have none of it. “Just do the Bunny Hop.”

Phoebe froze for a moment, then her entire face suddenly turned beet red. “I… I don’t know how.”

Azriel reached over, grabbed his phone, and after a few taps, the familiar yet foreign tune filled the hospital room. The moment the intro hit, Phoebe wished the earth would swallow her whole.

“You… you…” She glared at Azriel, her face so hot she could probably cook an egg on it.d2

Out of all the songs in the world, why on earth did it have to be this one? She had been the butt of the joke in her family for years because of that dance.

Back in the day, she had performed it at a school event, showing off to her grandparents the day before. Everyone had clapped and praised her, except for one good-looking boy who had dismissively said, “It’s alright.”

To a child, there’s only pretty or ugly. She couldn’t accept such a lukewarm review, so her confidence took a nosedive, and on the following day, she was pushed on stage unwillingly and ended up crying through the entire routine.

She remembered the intermittent laughter from the audience and couldn’t understand why they found joy in her misery.

Little did she know, the performance was recorded and her grandparents had shamelessly flaunted it every chance they got. People would bring it up even now, years later. She wouldn’t be surprised if the video was still floating around online.

Why was this embarrassing memory resurfacing here and now?

“You really can’t dance?”

Azriel was undeniably bored and just looking for a laugh at her expense. Seeing her blush with mortification, he persisted, phone in hand, “Let me find you a tutorial video. You’ll pick it up after one watch.”

“No!” Phoebe shot out her hand in a stop sign, “No, no, no, no! I… I can do it, I just can’t do it well, but that doesn’t mean I can’t dance.”

Azriel arched an eyebrow, nodded, and after swiping on his phone for a bit, he said, “Alright, let’s see it then.”

The music from the phone started again. Phoebe, with her eyes closed, took deep breaths until the crucial moment when, resigned to her fate, she opened her eyes and started her stiff, awkward dance moves.

The sight was cringeworthy, and it made Azriel look like he had a twisted sense of humor. Once wasn’t enough; he had her do it a second time, and Phoebe was grinding her teeth.

You build up a tolerance for embarrassment, she thought. If at first, the prospect of dancing your most embarrassing dance alone in a hospital room made you want to vanish into thin air, by the second round, it felt like no big deal.

she was mustering her resolve, the door to the room burst

stiffened, staring blankly

assistant Jace was frozen at the entrance, hand still on

to bounce. Dressed in simple jeans

between her and Azriel, who typically wore an air of aloof detachment but

long ago, Jace suspected that Azriel had anticipated this

water, her eyes glaring through the clear glass at the man on the bed who seemed to be asking

at Jace, who had just entered, and his face slowly became more

cool eyes

down the glass, and shook her head, “Nothing. Since you

some documents, Azriel

Phoebe was out the door. But just as she was about to escape, Azriel’s voice, chilly as ice,

deep breath, then turned with a forced smile, “Okay,” she said before slipping

earlier came flooding back. Her cheeks burned with shame

room, Jace briefed Azriel on the Alonso family’s latest antics and the mishap at the Bowles’ dim-witted

Alonsos had been plotting to “sell” Phoebe off, especially during their recent close call, Azriel’s grip on the documents

Phoebe’s been associating with the Harper family a lot lately. Someone must’ve tipped her off, or else with her nature, she wouldn’t have

that tip-off, she would have

felt a chill in

into Phoebe at the entrance. They exchanged polite greetings. Remembering the chill in the room and seeing Phoebe enjoying ice cream despite the cold, Jace

too much fire inside. This is literally saving

few words seemed to be squeezed through clenched teeth. Jace couldn’t help but find it slightly amusing. He paused before adding, “Anyway, Ms. Alonso, it might be better to eat a bit less. Do you have plans for lunch, or are you going to use the hospital cafeteria? Do you want

looked up at the

indeed noon. Reminded like this, she suddenly felt her stomach

only nibbled on a cucumber and a tomato, since she was keeping vigil by Azriel’s side, and had missed breakfast altogether. Thinking about it now,

she grinned at Jace and said, “I might need to take care of Mr. Azriel

across the hospital lobby before settling on Phoebe with a

was just an accident.

“Poor instant noodles, taking

had asked him to arrange lunch, he guessed he might as well do

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