The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Noah instinctively stepped back, his shoulder pressing against the nearby digital billboard.

Shock flickered through his dark eyes as he reached out to push her away, but Ella leaned in again, nibbling at his lips.

A tremor ran through Noah’s heart as he lowered his eyelashes, shock mingling with the sight of the girl’s delicate face. Her eyes were tightly shut, but her long lashes quivered.

She was nervous and scared. The moment her lips touched his, her heart ached fiercely. She truly loved him.

She yearned for more of this touch, but sadly, he could never be hers.

Her kiss was clumsy, retreating one moment and pressing harder the next. Finally, she slowly lifted her eyelids, her dazed eyes glistening with tears.d2

“Uncle Noah, I like you. But this is enough. Let’s pretend I had you just this once. When we meet again, you’ll just be my uncle and I’ll be your niece for the rest of our lives.”

After she spoke, she pushed him away forcefully, as if afraid he’d lose his temper, and then she hurried toward the security checkpoint.

Noah, coming back to his senses, could still feel the lingering warmth and softness on his lips. After the initial shock, he shoved aside the hint of longing in his heart, his brows furrowing deeply as he turned to look at the girl who had already reached the security area.

She had just passed through the manual check, grabbed her bag without looking back, and ran off.

Her figure and her actions, especially those resolute eyes and words, tightened his heart suddenly. The emotions he had been holding back these days surged once again.

He detested this persistent feeling, his face cold as he walked out of the airport terminal.

Outside, the chauffeur stood by the car, chatting with another driver. Seeing Noah, the chauffeur quickly ended the conversation and opened the car door for him.

As the chauffeur circled to the driver’s side, he bid the other driver farewell.

“I guess I’ll have an easier time without having to chauffeur him around; we should grab a beer sometime.” The other chauffeur patted the chauffeur on the shoulder, “Hit me up with a call.”

“Sure thing!” The chauffeur agreed cheerfully, smiling as he hopped into the car.

“Sir, shall we head straight to the office?”

It was still early to head to the office, and he could easily go home or leisurely enjoy a breakfast instead, but Noah simply hummed in affirmation. The chauffeur wasn’t surprised.

Noah looked unwell, his mind replaying Ella’s words and gaze at the airport, and that unexpected kiss.

“Sir, are you concerned for the young lady’s safety traveling alone?” The chauffeur hesitated before speaking. The entire Tretton family, even the whole of P City, knew how Noah doted on his niece. And Miss Ella was indeed smart and lively, endearing to all.

Noah didn’t respond, his eyes closed, his slender fingers pressing against his forehead, his ring finger brushing his lips, feeling again that tender sweetness.

Unaware of what had transpired between them, the chauffeur thought Noah was just worried about Ella’s safety. So he continued, “You don’t have to worry too much, sir. We’ve arranged bodyguards, haven’t we? If you’re really concerned, why not call Mr. Paul? I heard from his driver that he’s also heading to Western Europe.”

Noah’s fingers stiffened, and he suddenly looked up at the rearview mirror, his voice cold and ominous. “What did you say?”

The driver flinched at Noah’s tone and his intimidating look. “I just said not to worry too much.”

Noah cut him off, “Which Paul?”

“Well, Mr. Paul from the Reeves family. If I remember correctly, he’s quite close with Miss Ella.”

In a flash, Noah’s eyes flickered with numerous thoughts, and then a tide of rage surged in his chest.

She deceived him?

She wasn’t going on a trip alone. She had planned to go with Paul. They had kept their overseas trip a secret from him?!

“Turn back.”

The chauffeur’s hand trembled, “What?”

“Back to the airport!” He nearly roared those three words.

The chauffeur fell silent.

When the car continued on straight for a while longer, Noah took a deep breath, his voice now seemingly calmer than before, but even more chilling. “Didn’t you hear me say back to the airport?”

“Sir, we are on the overpass…”

A vein throbbed on Noah’s forehead.

Noah pulled out his phone and dialed Ella’s number. The call was met with a cold female voice indicating the phone was switched off.

the oversized, heavy suitcase, her demeanor with Jon, and even the looks and

all, it was just a trip abroad for a few days. Even if she went with

his chest suddenly surged,

to admit, and thought it impossible, that the unnamed emotion plaguing him

around. Noah then dialed Paul’s number. The mechanical voice that answered was no different from

He then made another call, “Delay the next flight to the Netherlands by

believe Miss Ella’s flight might have

his phone; it had been more than ten minutes since the flight’s scheduled departure. Ella

he had arranged, only to find their phones off as well. It seemed she had indeed

out a low chuckle, “Ella, you’ve got quite the

sinister tone sent a

“Proceed to the office.”

The chauffeur: “Yes.”

He murmured lowly, as if only meant

throbbing temples, his hand clutching the

her. He’d let

for Noah to discover something, and he had even prepared himself for the possibility that Noah might question him. However, Jon

chauffeur had also already given Jon the lowdown on the day’s events. From the driver’s shaky voice, Jon could imagine

pulling strings to delay

following days, Noah behaved as if nothing

the family home, wined and dined, even stayed the night, but never once mentioned to his father that Ella had snuck off with

to dilute more than just her own feelings. Jon had a hunch that it was his seemingly

are you always home these days? You shouldn’t leave all the engagement party planning to Rebecca. Women are sensitive creatures, especially insecure

discontent appeared on his father’s face. “Once the theme’s settled, there’s little

“Noah, nobody forced you into marriage. Now, whatever’s on your mind, you must ensure

go wrong with the engagement party?” Leaning back on the couch, Noah’s

back, “Before asking me, you ought to ask

Ella wants to have fun, right? After her little jaunt, she can continue to enjoy herself at the party.

tea nonchalantly, unfazed. “The engagement party is for your future wife, not for Ella’s

pleasing both

by ‘pleasing both’? What nonsense are you spouting? What does Ella have to do with your engagement party?

made Noah suddenly clench

breathing hitched as he realized he’d been baited into

Such a convoluted ruse…

he shut his eyes. “Get out. I’m tired and not in the mood to

gaze lingered on Jon before he turned and left, his

hotel arranged by Noah. They bought new SIM cards and checked into a different hotel. The

up on sleep, they contacted the travel agency

catching on too soon. If his agency reported they couldn’t see her, she wasn’t sure if

him at work, but she needed to keep

the agency back home, and hearing that Ella

was sure that Ella would return as promised and when she did, he

as he dealt with an unexpected pile of work

Everything continued smoothly.

the 13th, he arrived at the

night, not sleeping. At dawn, he grabbed his jacket and drove straight to the

watch on his wrist. He waited in the underground parking lot all day, and as the hand struck four, he stepped out and

he stood motionless, an aura of intensity

and as the plane’s landing time approached,

his pocket. He waited stubbornly for forty minutes,

through every incoming flight, but

seven days, he hadn’t thought or asked about anything, just gambled that Ella was

he would simply give her a good scolding. All the suspicions that had unsettled him before

she wouldn’t deceive him again, that she didn’t have the guts, but it seemed her

answered, and Jon’s words were

was ice as he turned and strode towards the airport’s

tone was

“What are you planning to

up. And as for your

a deep breath, his

phone abruptly, and

the disconnected call, Jon’s face was a mask of shock. Had his son lost his

stood by, equally shaken by the

his phone over and, with a heavy heart, ordered, “Get the car ready. We’re heading

“Yes, sir.”

gates of the Reeves’ mansion by Jon’s arriving vehicle. Unable to drive through, Noah stepped