The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Phoebe had a knack for being unreliable in front of Azriel, but when it counted, she showed she cared.

Twenty-four hours later, a bowl of soup and an assortment of delicate side dishes were placed before him right on time.

After unwrapping the cutlery and handing him the spoon and fork with both hands, she beamed with a grin: “Starving, aren’t you? This is from The Lucky Spoon, the soup everyone’s dying to try. It’s tough just to get a reservation. It’s delicious, give it a try.”

Azriel glanced at her coolly, taking the cutlery from her expectant gaze. “Scared now?”

The smile Phoebe was trying to keep up on her face stiffened, and eventually, her shoulders slumped as she hung her head and averted her eyes, her apology coming out straightforward and sincere. “I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”

“Better think of how to make amends.”d2

Phoebe shivered involuntarily, for some reason that sentence sounded to her more like “Better think of how to face your doom.”

But then again, it was her fault he was in the hospital. She could at least own up to that.

Watching Azriel begin to eat, his movements slow and refined, he hardly looked like someone who had starved for a full day.

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When Azriel finished eating, he turned to see the girl on the couch had curled up and fallen asleep.

The room was set to a comfortable temperature, but it was winter after all. Frowning slightly, he got up, cleared the food containers off the table, opened the closet near the door, and took out a blanket. Walking over to her, he gently covered her with it.

The lights in the room were bright, and perhaps it was the rarity of being this close to a girl, or maybe it was just how peaceful and well-behaved she seemed in her sleep, or maybe he was curious about how much that quirky, lively child had changed over the years, but with a mere glance at her face, his brow furrowed sharply.

Her skin was glowing, her features fine, her sleeping form attractive, but beneath her eyes were faint shadows, and her forehead bore the clear signs of fatigue.

What caught his attention even more were the reddened corners of her eyes, a few long lashes clumped together from moisture, glistening under the light.

They had been together all day. She had been playing pranks heartily just hours ago, and had just admitted her faults to him with feigned obedience. And yet, in such a short time, she had cried herself to sleep.

He had been completely unaware.

Jace had said about her running off to a villa that no longer housed her grandparents, after Abelard’s birthday party. If he hadn’t just returned to the country, cleaned up the villa, arranged for heating and paid the electricity bill, she would have spent the night alone, curled up on the couch.

Then she was startled by him, the unexpected “intruder,” and all the hassle that led to the police station and then the hospital.

Through all this time, he hadn’t heard a peep from the Alonso family about looking for her.

With this thought, his expression grew darker. A young lady of good standing was nearly violated by a fool in a calculated scheme, and now, there was not even a pretense of concern from anyone.

No wonder, Damon had suddenly decided to take action against the Alonso family.

He hadn’t understood the decision at first, but now it seemed necessary and entirely correct.

*

Waking up the next morning, her first instinct was to glance towards the hospital bed. It was empty. She frowned, sitting up from the couch, the blanket falling to the floor.

She paused, then picked the blanket up.

Azriel emerged from the bathroom, having changed out of his hospital gown into a crisp, black suit. His tall, lean figure, impeccably dressed, his handsome face expressionless, detached yet commanding. Merely standing there, he exuded an aura of authority that demanded respect.

This was the first time Phoebe had seen Azriel in formal wear. Their first encounter had been in his pajamas at the police station, the second in his hospital gown. Now, confronted with this imposing version of Azriel, she was struck by how outrageous her actions the day before must have seemed to him.

Azriel, adjusting his cuffs, glanced at her briefly and said in a detached tone, “Awake?”

responded awkwardly, then added, “Are

His response was cool, yet he acknowledged her,

the bathroom. She came out just

“Ms. Alonso, good morning.”

“Good morning.”

only washed her face, strands of hair by her temples and

little makeup, but now, fresh-faced without even the basics of skincare, she looked like a flower just emerged from

the bathroom located near the entrance, they crossed paths, and Jace’s gaze lingered on Phoebe’s face

voice sent a shiver down Jace’s spine, prompting him to quickly carry the breakfast he brought into

the couch, watching

breakfast.” He didn’t look up, but it

over and sat down a short

someone will take you back to the villa.

paused, “Since you’re

forget, you’re my maid

Phoebe was speechless.

hired an experienced butler and two maids, learn

need to go

don’t need you at the villa 24/7, just make sure you’re there for

off to the side, couldn’t help but hide a smirk. Was Azriel courting disaster? After a near-death experience, Azriel still

the maid thing…

finally

*

word, Azriel had apparently informed the butler in advance, and the man showed no surprise upon

her politely and introduced the two maids to Phoebe, before sending her upstairs to rest . And he told her

it. After all, the Alonso family had always carried themselves with an air of aristocracy, their noses high in the clouds, especially since they were related to some distant royal cousin in Y Country. Most of the servants had been browbeaten by Wendy

home, the attitude of the butler and the staff here was a far cry

a collection of skincare products lined up. They were from the brand she had settled on for the past years, perfect for her

brought any herself, so someone here must

efficiency of butlers nowadays become so

her hair, she curiously opened the wardrobe to find it filled with clothes in her

silent. She wasn’t

her responsibilities before, but now she

better spend the afternoon perfecting

*

the evening, the butler was right there to

room, the butler said with a smile before Azriel could even speak, “Ms. Alonso

to the kitchen. As he approached, he saw faint wisps of smoke drifting from the top of the doorframe, carrying

found Phoebe clad in a blue and pink apron, brandishing a spatula in one hand and a pot lid as a shield in the other, squinting and occasionally coughing

teeth, resolved herself, and dumped a pinch

the sizzling in the pan subsided, Phoebe let out a sigh of relief, then went on to

she stirred the mixture with the spatula, dusted

Azriel was speechless.

she say OK

but was

gravity of her culinary creation, she took up the lid as a shield and cautiously turned on the heat again. About half a minute later, she switched

caught a glimpse of him. “Azriel, you’re back! Come and try this, I learned a

didn’t pause in his

and change, quickly. I’ll serve up

time, Azriel

that was the kitchen, and was at a loss for words. Watching Phoebe humming tunefully as she plated her creation, the housekeeper quickly

*

on the dining table immediately

sat down next to him with her plate in hand,