The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2001

Watching them leave, Danielle's hands clenched a little tighter, the stiffness betraying her anxiety. She wished she hadn't rushed back, longing instead to present the birthday gift she had carefully chosen for him in person. Even a chilly acceptance would have been preferable to having Cicely snatch it away like she just had.

Seeing Cicely punch in the door code with practiced ease, as Seth Diaz stood by, a chill shot through Danielle. Birthday, late night, two people and the scent of alcohol on their breath...All these elements seemed to weave a narrative she didn't dare to read.

Maybe things were moving too fast between them. She couldn't imagine Seth, with his frosty demeanor, ever getting cozy with Cicely.

How could someone so cool and detached treat a woman with tenderness?

Danielle bit her lip hard, squashed down those thoughts, and stepped into the elevator.

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Back at home, Seth helped Cicely onto the couch.

Kicking off her shoes, Cicely watched as Seth came over to help her out of her coat. It seemed like a routine she was well accustomed to. She lifted her arms and tilted her head, her attention on the gift box in her hands.

"She came back just for your birthday, huh?"

Seth unzipped her down jacket, slid off one sleeve, and gave her a look that was as unreadable as ever.

She switched the gift box to her other hand so he could remove her coat. As he went to hang it up, she leaned back into the couch, inspecting the box, turning it over in her hands. "You know, with her putting in so much effort and openly making advances towards you, can I pretend not to care?"

Should she continue the charade, even when Danielle had already abandoned it?

Seth approached her, looking down from his greater height, "There's nothing between her and me."

Cicely gave a half-laugh, "You expect me not to worry about her?"

She rattled the box in her hand. "Even if you're clear about it now, receiving gifts on every special occasion is a bit much."

His gaze finally landed on the box in her hands. Moments later, he snatched it away and tossed it into the trash with a clang. "Satisfied?"

Cicely glanced at the trash can, smirked, and looked up at him with eyes that twirled with mischief. "I'm dizzy."

He smirked, "Are you trying to tell me that the dizziness from drinking comes and goes?"