The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1956

With a wicked glint in her eye, Danielle suddenly lunged forward and twisted the doorknob to Cicely's room.

"Cicely..."

Danielle had to admit, there was a deliberate edge to her action, and even in that fleeting moment, a thrill of schadenfreude danced in her heart. But as the door swung open, she was met with the sight of a spotless, empty room.

On the neatly made bed, devoid of a single wrinkle, lay two plush toys. Beside it stood her vanity, while on the other side her desk was adorned with an array of simple trinkets and several books, all arranged with meticulous cleanliness.

Seth noticed a few items that resembled those Cicely had previously brought to his room. The state of the room was testament enough that no one had set foot in it for the day.

"It’s just dinner. What’s the rush..."d2

A familiar voice echoed in the hallway, laced with unmistakable impatience and a hint of irritation, but the words cut off abruptly.

Hearing the sound, Seth turned slowly.

Cicely stood there, staring blankly at him. Her stunning eyes were wide with surprise, fixed on him, tinged with disbelief.

"Seth?"

Indeed, her voice carried the fuzziness of a dream.

Seth's gaze lifted coolly, sweeping past her to the bookcase anchored against the wall behind her. His eyebrows quirked slightly, the darkness in his eyes dissipating a fraction. "Typical spoiled princess, requiring an invitation and a personal summons just for dinner." The familiar voice carried the usual indifference.

Cicely snapped back to reality, her joy apparent as she scampered over and wrapped her arms around Seth's waist.

Caught off guard, his body swayed slightly with the impact of her embrace.

"What brings you here?"

Cicely's unique, fragrant scent instantly filled his nostrils. Her soft body pressed affectionately against him, marking their second close encounter. It seemed that after the first, the second or third time became more natural.

He remembered how she had barged into the Diaz estate, eager to assertively apply medicine to his wounds.

Danielle's face darkened on the spot. "Cicely, have you no shame?"

Seth had just reached out to push her away when Cicely, still in his arms, tilted her head to look at Danielle and countered, "Why are you in my room?"

Danielle's face flushed, her eyes darting away. "I came to call you for dinner. You didn't respond, no matter how much we knocked."

Cicely's eyes flickered, and she gave Danielle a sneer, unaware that Seth had just touched her shoulder.

Joel heard the commotion and walked out of the study. "Cicely."

Seth's gaze met his, registering the fleeting shadow of disappointment that crossed Joel's eyes at the sight of Cicely in his arms.

Upon hearing the name, Cicely glanced back, instinctively straightening her posture. But a sudden weight on her shoulder pressured her back into the hold - a brief force like a sandbag, that felt almost like an illusion. Just as quick, Seth pulled her aside. His movement was neither gentle nor harsh, simply decisive.

Seth's gaze lingered on Joel for a few seconds before shifting to Cicely beside him. He slightly lowered his jaw, his narrow eyes holding their usual detachment, his thin lips parting slightly. "So when exactly will you be ready for dinner?"

His voice seemed as indifferent as ever, but Cicely could detect an unfamiliar softness. Forgetting her unsettled grudges with Danielle, she replied, "I had no idea. There's this problem I just can't solve, and it's driving me insane."

Perhaps Cicely was truly vexed by the problem, her voice tinged with irritation, her delicate frown revealing her emotions for all to see.

Creighton wasn't wrong. She was unaccustomed to deceit, her innocence so pure that she never learned to mask her expressions. She was too easy to read.

"Let's have dinner first."

Cicely inhaled sharply, her pert nose wrinkling slightly, "If I don't solve it, I'll have indigestion."

Her voice trailed off, then suddenly she looked up, her eyes seeming to absorb all the light in the room. "Will you help me after dinner?"

Seth walked ahead without a word.

Cicely hurried behind him, "That means you'll help me with the problem, right?"

Seth glanced at her sideways, "Don't you have someone to teach you?"

"I don't care. You're not allowed to leave after dinner."

Seth said no more.

Cicely was delighted. As the four of them descended the stairs, Creighton caught sight of Cicely's happiness and shook his head. Indeed, there's a lid for every pot.

At the dinner table, Danielle and Joel were virtually silent throughout the meal, only occasionally engaging when Creighton directed a question to Joel, to which he would politely respond. The old adage "don't speak while eating" was no longer strictly observed, even in the most well-mannered families of today. It was all about finding the right balance. Yet Danielle adhered rigidly to those archaic rules, always the prim and proper lady of the Ellis household, her table manners flawless. Especially in front of Seth, she strove for perfection.

However, Cicely was different. Raised in the Ellis family, known as the pampered princess in P City, she sat in front of Seth, ceaselessly offering him dishes from the table. Using the serving spoon was one thing, but she used her own without hesitation.

Cicely was rarely this enthusiastic. And Seth, ever the stoic, could hardly stomach such fervor. "That's enough." Watching the heap of food in the plate grow to an almost mountainous proportion, Seth finally broke the silence.

Cicely wasn't much of an eater. With a table full of dishes, she didn't need to sample each one to feel full. In the end, it was about her taking a bite, serving Seth two, and then watching him take one. It was a ritual she never tired of.

Across from her, Danielle looked on with a detached air, her eyes painting a picture of scorn upon hearing Seth finally speak up coldly to stop Cicely.

Sometimes, people just push their luck too far. People like Cicely, all the more so. Did such a person ever leave a good impression in anyone's eyes?

Cicely, however, did not seem bothered by Seth's coldness. Resting her chin in her left hand and holding a fork in her right, she leaned slightly to watch Seth. "You've barely touched your food, and I'm the host here. I can leave food on my plate, but you can't. Unless you admit you're one of the Ellis family, then you can leave whatever you want."

A twitch crossed Seth's brow as he looked at the plate of food before picking up his fork again.

Cicely watched him take a bite of food, his face showing no emotion. Naturally exuding an air of elegance and cold nobility, he ate with a deliberate, refined, and graceful manner.

How could Cicely like someone who wasn’t extraordinary?

Observing his actions, a smirk played at the edges of Cicely's mouth, hinting at a tinge of disappointment, yet her eyes couldn’t hide a triumphant gleam. She knew Seth too well to expect him to admit he was one of the Ellis family. It was just about getting him to eat more, that was all.

Creighton could see it. And Seth wasn’t ignorant to it either.

After all, Joel was a guest Cicely had invited, and now that Seth was eating as she wished, she turned her attention to Joel. Being a gentleman from a distinguished family, Joel’s manners needed no comment.

"Joel, I really owe you one for tutoring me these past few days."

Although most peers in P City were somewhat wary of the Ellis family's haughty heiress, those who got close knew she wasn't as difficult as rumored. In fact, Cicely's reputation was mixed, but Joel thought few truly disliked her.

She had always been accustomed to being alone, but if she wanted, there would be many people willing to get close to her, whether for the sake of the Ellis family's influence or for her as a person. But her nature was such that, in his estimation, she didn't care for idle chitchat. She was one of those rare people whose favor was priceless. Never one for pretense or duplicity.

Joel watched the corners of her mouth lift slightly, her eyes shimmering beautifully. He smiled softly, shaking his head. "I'm happy to help. I hope you ace your exams the day after tomorrow. You can thank me then."

Cicely arched an eyebrow, resting her cheek in her hand, clearly pleased as she took another bite of her food.

"True. I guess I've got to perform exceptionally well now or else it would be a disservice to the time and effort you've invested in me these past days."

Seth, who had been eating steadily, tightened his jaw ever so slightly, his expression darkening where no one could see.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You're smart, and I have every faith you'll do well."

Cicely just smiled again, turning her attention back to Seth at her side. The plate was nearly empty now, with only a few stalks of celery left.

Creighton had high blood pressure, so the kitchen was always careful with the meals, incorporating celery into nearly every dish, whether as a main or a side.

"Don't like celery?" Cicely's voice carried a mix of surprise and amusement, as if she'd discovered something novel or caught him in a fault. Thinking back, she couldn't recall ever seeing celery in any dish at the Diaz family dinners.

Seth ignored her, continuing to eat everything but the celery in his plate. Suddenly, a fork appeared over his plate.

Seth paused. He watched as the fork took his celery and brought it to her mouth, chewing carefully before swallowing.

"What else don't you like?" Cicely asked with genuine interest.

Seth watched as her crimson lips moved, forming words, and he could clearly see the upward curve of her mouth.

Seth kept silent as Cicely scanned the table, her gaze settling on a dish in front of Danielle that she hadn't touched—steamed mussel.