The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1962

Creighton couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head as the maid informed him that his daughter Cicely had followed Seth to the office. He knew all too well that it was his darling girl who insisted on tagging along.

Creighton always wanted to shield his daughter from any hardship and had envisioned her future partner to be someone exceptional and loving. However, he had never anticipated that it would be Cicely chasing after her betrothed.

There was a twinge of frustration in his heart, but since his daughter liked it, there was nothing he could do. Besides, he mused, if any other lad had pursued her, she likely wouldn't have given them the time of day.

With Cicely's temperament, the only possibility for her was to fall for the guy first before she took the initiative.

Just, of all people, she had to set her sights on the aloof Seth.

When Cicely arrived, Seb naturally spared no effort in making her feel welcome.d2

Cicely shared an office with Seth, a space that Creighton had specifically instructed Seb to set aside for Seth. Lounging casually on a leather couch, Cicely munched on a fruit platter that Seb had arranged to be brought in. Nestled by the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could gaze out at the distant blue sea and clear skies.

Seth sat at his desk, discussing work matters with Seb, while Cicely paid little attention to the conversation, content to just listen to Seth's deep and steady voice, which inexplicably filled her with a sense of accomplishment—more so than acing an exam. Oddly enough.

Popping a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth, Cicely knelt on the couch, resting her chin on the backrest as she watched Seth. Next to Seb, he looked so young. Yet, without a hint of panic, his composure spoke of someone both grounded and dependable.

If this was him at the beginning, how much more dashing would he be once he grew into his role, confident and adept?

Cicely's unabashed gaze was intense enough to finally draw Seth's attention. "Can you learn by staring at my face?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Cicely blinked and then burst into laughter. "That's exactly what my teacher used to say."

Seth's expression darkened slightly as Seb, sharing a similar memory, chuckled along.

"If you don't do your homework, then leave." Seth said, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Sensing that Seth was genuinely annoyed, Cicely pouted and turned back to the couch, pulling out her textbooks and pen from her backpack.

Once Seb left and the office quieted down, Cicely studied on the couch while Seth worked at his desk.

Time passed until Seth got up to get some water, his gaze inadvertently falling on the too-quiet corner of the room.

The so-called studious young lady was now sprawled on the couch, a book pressed to her chest and a pen in her hand, already soundly asleep, resting her head on the armrest.

Seth smirked in a hint of mockery, but his feet carried him toward her nonetheless. Her appearance was devoid of any image-consciousness, yet her sleeping form was orderly.

She was dressed in a plain long dress, with a hint of disarray to be seen. Her skirt was neat, her legs modestly placed together, revealing just her shapely calves. Her head tilted slightly to the side, her dark hair cascading over the armrest.

He could understand why Danielle always talked about her. It wasn't just her; any woman would likely feel jealous in Cicely's presence.

Flawless beauty, born with a silver spoon, the cherished princess of the Ellis family in P City...

Danielle's sensitivity, from being around her constantly, was certainly justifiable.

Seth’s gaze lifted from her face, pausing midway to rest on her hand resting on her stomach. After a moment, he stepped forward, gently removed the pen still loosely clutched in her hand, and thoughtfully twirled it between his fingers before snapping it in half with a decisive flick.

The sound stirred Cicely, her body shifting slightly on the couch.

Seth glanced at her once more before tossing the pen into the wastebasket and returning to his desk.

The sound of a book falling to the floor was followed by rustling from the couch, then a tousled head of hair emerged, along with two raised arms stretching along with a yawn.

Was this studying? It looked more like the epitome of comfort.

Placing the book on the coffee table, she peeked from the side of the couch and looked straight at Seth.

"Seth, aren't you hungry?" Her voice was drowsy and tinged with a hint of softness. She almost draped her entire body over the armrest of the sofa.

"Are you a pig?" Seth retorted. She just woke up and went straight to eating.

Cicely sighed, stood up from the couch, and walked over to him, leaning lazily against the edge of the desk with her phone in hand, held out to him.

"Look, it's almost noon."

Seth closed the file he was working on and stood up, stepping around her toward the door.

"You can keep your lunch plans with someone else," he said tersely.

"Why would I invite someone else? I'm inviting you. Are you coming or not?"

Seth opened the door, looked down at the girl who had caught up with him, and coldly said, "No."

He left, and Cicely followed. "Then I'll just go to the cafeteria with you."

Her tone was a mix of resignation and compromise. The Ellis family princess graced the cafeteria, and the atmosphere was unlike any other day.

Cicely and Seth ordered completely different dishes. Seth preferred lighter fare, while Cicely went for the meaty options.

As they sat down, Cicely immediately served Seth a rib without waiting for his consent. "You're not exactly a herbivore, Seth.”

Seth glanced at the contents of her plate. Cicely seemed to catch his gaze and smiled knowingly, "It's all your favorites, as requested."

"I can order for myself, you know."

"My dad's the same with health food. Everyone knows those overpriced goods are supposed to be beneficial but I doubt he'd ever willingly reach for them."

Cicely picked up a piece of braised beef and placed it on his plate. "So, don't go thinking you're all that, Seth. Sometimes you need someone to nudge you in the right direction. You take care of work, and I'll take care of your diet. Sounds like a fair division of labor, right?"

Seth looked down, his expression unreadable, "I can't eat all of this."

"No worries, I can help you out with that."

Their interactions were not lost on the surrounding crowd.