The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2005

Seth had declined the offer to dine at the Diaz's residence.

By the time he got home, Cicely was still out. Charlie briefed him on Cicely's whereabouts, and after freshening up, it wasn't until 9:30 that he called her.

It was probably the first time Cicely had accepted an invitation to this kind of gathering.

Emiliana seemed genuinely thrilled, a change from her usual reluctance to miss even a day's work at the diner, saving every penny she could to send back to her folks in the countryside, with just a little left for her own pocket money.

Since the allowance she sent home was fixed, any slack on her part could mean she wouldn't make ends meet for the month. Inviting everyone out for dinner tonight must have been a tough decision for her, biting the bullet as she did.

The eatery wasn't upscale by any means, just a local joint known for great value and a clean environment, clearly chosen with care.d2

For Cicely, the cost of such a place was nothing to write home about. The food was plentiful, but the drinks were a considerable expense.

Cicely caught Emiliana sneaking glances at her wallet while topping up the drinks, a look of subtle unease and worry on her face.

The private room was alive with fun, but Cicely put down her glass and stood up to leave. Someone spotted her and called out, asking where she was headed. "Bathroom," she replied nonchalantly. However, she walked straight to the bar and handed her card to the bartender. "Charge the room 206 tab to this card, please. Whatever they want to eat or drink, just keep it coming."

The bartender couldn't help but take a second glance at the black card in front of him.

"Sure thing."

"Cicely." A soft call came from behind her; it was Emiliana, who had followed, concerned about her being alone.

She caught the moment Cicely was about to pick up the tab. "There's really no need. I have enough money, and you've helped me too many times already. Tonight, I just wanted to properly thank you all."

"Thanks?" Cicely's tone was indifferent, "Let's not talk about it. I have money to spare, and spending it is my pleasure. It makes me happy."

Emiliana was slightly taken aback. She couldn't truly believe Cicely found joy in spending money. It was merely a way for Cicely to help her save her dignity.

"You work hard every day to earn money too."

Cicely smiled faintly, "To be honest, I'm not short of money, but I lack money that I've earned with my own hands. It's different."

Emiliana had a moment of realization, "You're saving to buy a gift for someone special, aren't you?"

Cicely paused, "How did you know?"

Emiliana smiled gently, "Because a lot of people think that way, right? A gift that you made or bought with money you earned feels more meaningful to give to the one you love."

"A lot of people think that?"

When Cicely asked again and saw Emiliana nod, her expression showed a touch of frustration. So, many people thought the same way.

"If you really like someone, that's when you'd come up with that kind of idea. If I received such a gift, I would treasure it for a lifetime."

At her words, Cicely's furrowed brow and eyes relaxed. "This might be the only time in my life I'll have to work like this, so naturally, he has to treasure it for a lifetime." She had told him not to take it off.

Emiliana was a little lost in thought as she watched Cicely's happiness and smugness that couldn't be hidden in her little proud face.

Cicely was truly beautiful. Usually so cool and detached, this expression showed just how much she cared for him.