The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Putting down his phone, Noah turned back to Ella. “Time for lunch.”

Ella nodded, ran her fingers through her hair, and asked again. “What brings you home at this hour? Work let up?”

“Yeah.” Noah’s gaze fell to the slippers kicked off beneath the sofa. He bent down to place them neatly at her feet. “Got a break for now.”

Ella slipped on her slippers with a natural grace and stood up. Her lips moved, but in the end all that came out was “I see.”

Noah stood up, taking her hand and leading her toward the dining room. Ella looked down at their intertwined hands, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and then with a small smile, she asked, “How long is this break? Can you come home tomorrow and have lunch with me again?”

Noah’s grip on her hand tightened just a bit as he pulled out a chair for her in the dining room.d2

“I can. Actually, you could come to the office and join me.”

Ella paused, lifting her eyes to meet his across the table. There was inquiry and doubt in her gaze.

Did he really trust her out in the open? Considering how just days before, he had confined her to the house, not even allowing her out of the room, her heart was still racing.

Moreover, was it safe for her now? Any public appearance might reignite the scandal that had just started to fade. She knew the issue wasn’t entirely resolved, but what they needed most now was time, for everyone to catch their breath, and for the company to regain its strength.

Staying out of sight was definitely the right thing to do. Eventually, she’d have to take this step, but for now, she yearned for this dreamlike time to last just a bit longer.

Seeing her expression, Noah looked down and after a short silence said, “Tomorrow night, I’ll take you out.”

Ella’s heart contracted sharply, her hand pausing as she reached for her fork. “Do we really have to go out?”

Noah looked at her earnestly. “You can’t stay cooped up at home forever.”

before finally lowering

*

The Watson

dress, sat in the slowly halting car, gazing through the window at the resplendent

group chat that Chloe was hosting a

anyone, also invited a slew of journalists.

and the waiting reporters eagerly raised their cameras. Ella, her

to her. Ella’s hands were cold. The moment she stepped

live a normal life. He wanted to give her status and confidence. She understood, but she didn’t want him

front of the rush of reporters, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. It was a man’s

her head, hesitant and afraid to face the

closer, “Don’t be scared, just stay

by security, they entered the

collage of celebrities, clinking glasses, and lively banter, seemingly harmonious on the surface.

prepared herself time and again, but

was just not right. The sliver of hope that had lingered in her heart was

ballroom’s atmosphere returned to

the first to approach, happily linking arms with Ella. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages, and

Ollie’s concern was justified. Had it not been necessary, Ella

of hors d’oeuvres for Ella. “Have something

it, still