The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2029

Santino's apartment was spacious. By the time they arrived, the assistant had already finished shopping and returned. Along with assistants of other actors, they were busy preparing two pots of food.

One pot for the assistants, another for the crew.

The atmosphere was cordial, filled with laughter and the occasional line from a script playfully exchanged.

Cicely, however, seemed out of place.

Santino played the gracious host to a tee, cheerfully helping the assistants set up the plates and dipping sauces.

"Any dietary restrictions? Onions, garlic, chili peppers, anything?" he asked, passing a plate to Cicely in a relaxed manner.d2

After a brief "Thank you," Cicely continued, "I don't eat onions, garlic, or chili peppers."

A few odd looks were cast her way, but Santino just shrugged it off with a smile. "You can mix your own dipping sauce to taste. Although a hot stew without a kick is missing a bit of its soul, don't you think?"

Cicely forced a smile and stayed quiet.

Santino, though, had a knack for easing any tension, and soon enough, everyone seemed to relax.

Even Cicely, who was slow to warm up to the group, seemed far more at ease by the time they were halfway through their meal.

His liquor cabinet was well-stocked, and since no one had early calls the next day, someone suggested they indulge. Soon enough, glasses were clinking.

They chatted about scripts, industry gossip, promising projects, and the future of the biz—especially which companies were the best bets for hitching one's wagon. C&P was brought up often, but Cicely hardly reacted.

The food wasn't anything to write home about, but the company made up for it.

They dined from seven until nine, and as the assistants finished up, they joined in the revelry, partly to ensure no one said anything out of turn after a few drinks that could brew trouble later.

But there were no slip-ups.

While Cicely was caught up in the lively scene, Seth had already made rounds in his car to the Ellis family's place, their apartment, even the cafe and bakery she frequented. After numerous unanswered calls to both Cicely and Emiliana, he turned the car around in frustration, heading straight for Emiliana's set.

He hadn't started there because he'd heard someone spotted Cicely leaving with Emiliana around six. Plus, she'd driven herself to the set that day.

Because Cicely had treated the entire crew to coffee and sweets, everyone had a deep impression of her.

He confirmed with Issac that Cicely had indeed driven herself. The snow was still falling, and while the city had taken precautions and the radio constantly warned drivers to be cautious, the thought of Cicely, who rarely drove, out there on her own made Seth's expression darken.

Emiliana's phone, mostly a gaming device during shoots, was left on airplane mode in her bag once it ran low on battery.

Seth, trudging through the snow, arrived at the film crew. Most of the people on set had already left, leaving a few behind to guard props and equipment. Other than having seen Cicely, they didn't remember much else.

Seth lit a cigarette outside the deserted set, the smoke mingling with the overcast sky as if to mirror his mounting frustrations.

He thought he knew Cicely well enough, not because he was particularly concerned about her, but because her life was so simple.

The places she could go were limited, and she barely had what could be called friends, with Emiliana being the only one. She knew the scions and misses of the major wealthy families in P City, but their relationships were superficial. Even if something were to happen, she wouldn't really approach them.

Firstly, their relationship hadn't reached that level, and secondly, because the proud little princess Cicely from P City wouldn't easily let others see her as a joke.

Having scoured every possible place without a trace of her, Seth was at a loss.

Then a car's headlights swept past, and Issac stepped out, his gaze immediately locating Cicely's car. It was a relief to find it, yet Seth, watching Issac's movements, didn't share in the reassurance.

Seth's phone rang, breaking the silence. Flicking his half-smoked cigarette into the snow, Seth answered.

It was Shane, apologetic.

"Mr. Diaz, I've managed to reach Emiliana's assistant."

*

When Emiliana's assistant remembered the charging phone and saw the barrage of missed calls from the agent, their legs turned to jelly. The ensuing call was a verbal lashing that left them trembling.

Cicely sat in a corner, clearly having overindulged, her eyes bleary with intoxication.

Santino rose, approaching Emiliana. "Ms. Cicely's had a bit too much. Let's get her to a room to rest."

Emiliana nodded, struggling to help Cicely stand. Santino intervened softly. "I'll carry her. Just stay by my side."

He scooped Cicely up and headed to the guest room they had chosen earlier. To avoid any impropriety, Emiliana followed closely behind.

Cicely, not used to the bed, frowned in her sleep. Her coat was shed at the door, revealing the hem of her woolen sweater riding up to expose a sliver of her pale waist.

Santino averted his gaze as Emiliana quickly covered Cicely with a blanket.

"Thank you for tonight," Emiliana said, "for putting up with all of us. I hope we haven't been too much trouble."

Santino shook his head with a smile. "No trouble at all. It's nice to have some company. Beats being alone, any day."

"Well, that's good to hear."

They stepped out of the room, only to be met by a knock on the door. Emiliana's assistant trembled once more, sensing the night was far from over.

Santino's assistant scurried to the door, only to be met with two men standing there like winter's chill personified, their faces clouded with gloom.

"Who are you looking for?"

Issac was the first to break the silence, "Excuse me, could you tell us if Ms. Cicely is here?"

The assistant hesitated, then nodded, "She had a bit too much to drink, and Santino, uh, Santino carried her to a room to rest up."

That one sentence was enough to darken Seth's expression even more. His jaw clenched tight, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Where is she?"

His voice was colder than the air outside, making the assistant feel as if frost was forming in the air between them.

Santino approached, his demeanor polite, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

The assistant, still rattled by Seth's presence, managed, "They're here for Ms. Cicely."

"Well, Ms. Cicely had a bit too much and has just gone to bed."

Without another word, Seth strode past them, his handsome, impassive face barely containing his rage.

"Where is she?" he demanded again.

Emiliana, recognizing Seth, hurried over, "Right here, right this way."

Seth's gaze flickered towards her, and he moved straight for the room Emiliana pointed to.

The bed indeed betrayed a human shape beneath the sheets.