The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2031

"So, what do you want to do then?"

Seth's nonchalant retort caught Danielle off guard. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Nearby, the janitorial staff worked at lightning speed to make the unsightly hospital room spotless again.

Charlie returned with a fresh lunch from a nearby deli.

Seth stood by the bedside, watching Charlie set the meal in front of Danielle.

"Eat up."d2

Danielle bit her lip, her eyes reddening, but she didn't move.

Seth looked at her sternly. "I'm not a patient man. Either you stop eating forever, or I'll have the doctor amputate your legs and fit you with prosthetics so you can use the restroom on your own."

Danielle seemed frightened, her eyes trembling, but eventually, she picked up the fork.

Charlie let out a sigh of relief when Danielle took a bite.

"Have you eaten?"

After a few bites, Danielle calmed down and seemed to realize her earlier tantrum was uncalled for. She looked up at Seth with a softer voice.

Seth gave her a brief glance. "Eat your food. Don't worry about me."

Danielle didn't dare to press him further.

*

Cicely changed into a new outfit and headed out, while Issac, thinking she was off to enjoy herself, opened the car door for her. But Cicely didn't move.

"I'll grab a cab later. You should head to the hospital and check on Danielle."

Issac stared at her silently.

"That woman is too proud to ask for help from the Ellis family. And now with her injuries, we have to make sure we're above reproach. If she needs anything, make sure she gets it."

Issac was moved. "I'll send someone."

"Just you," Cicely insisted, already hailing a cab on her phone. As she did, a message popped up from Emiliana.

Emiliana: [Santino has an interview tonight, and he'll drop off the car over. He wants to add you as a contact. Should I give him your info?]

Cicely: [I'll add him.]

Emiliana promptly sent over Santino's contact, and Cicely sent a friend request. I

ssac was still there when she looked up.

"Why haven't you left?"

"I was going to arrange a new driver for you."

"No need. I don't want to wait, and the taxi is almost here."

Issac finally compromised but insisted on taking a picture of the taxi and its driver's ID before letting Cicely leave.

Shortly after getting in the cab, Cicely's phone notified her that Santino had accepted her friend request.

Santino: [Ms. Cicely, I'm on my way. Where should I drop off the car?]

Cicely: [Have you had lunch yet?]

Santino: [Not yet.]

Cicely found a compromise. She chose a bistro, and soon after she arrived, Santino did too.

Unlike other celebrities who prioritized style over comfort, Santino's down jacket and scarf gave him a more down-to-earth vibe. That is, until he removed the mask and sunglasses hiding his well-known face.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Cicely waved it off. "I haven't been here long. I heard you have an evening gig. I hope you're not pressed for time."

Santino hung his jacket and settled in. "That's for later tonight."

Cicely smiled as the dishes began to arrive.

"Thanks for bringing my car back."

"Just on the way. No need for formalities, Ms. Cicely. Makes conversation difficult."

Cicely raised an eyebrow. "Fine by me."

"Are you out on your own again today?"

The question felt ironic to Cicely.

"Is that strange?"

Santino shook his head. "Most students and people with partners spend weekends with friends or glued to their significant others. Being out alone at your age seems a bit lonely too soon."

Lonely.

Cicely paused. The word felt foreign to her.

She had never considered it a description for herself.

Now that it was mentioned, she couldn't deny its accuracy.

"I have no friends, and my boyfriend is too busy. Clinging to him now would be annoying."

Santino's gentle gaze lingered on Cicely for a moment.

"Ms. Cicely, so considerate and understanding. Far from the rumors."

"Considerate and understanding?"

"You'd rather drink alone to oblivion than trouble your boyfriend with your woes. On the weekend, you think not to bother him and even justify why you can't. Ms. Cicely, you're the ideal girlfriend, perhaps even a perfect wife in the future. But every man is busy. If it matters, they find a way to make up the time spent with you through more efficient work.

"If it's not you clinging, it could be someone else. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Your understanding nature makes you a taken-for-granted backdrop. Better to leave a scar on him than to pass without a trace. The more it hurts, the more you've won."

Cicely's gaze turned distant.

Better to leave a scar on him than to pass without a trace.