The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2062

Lana returned to Cicely with Seth’s proposition. “He says if you agree to appeal, he’ll sign the divorce papers.”

Cicely stared at the photo of Creighton, chuckled faintly, “Alright, I agree.”

Lana paused, watching Cicely’s silhouette in silence.

Cicely looked down at the ring she had been caressing on her finger, scrutinized it for a long while, then, with a deliberate movement, she slid it off. Lifting her hand, the simple platinum band, devoid of even a single diamond, glinted coldly under the light.

She gazed at the ring for a few more seconds, then, lowering her lashes, spoke with an undisturbed calm, “Lana, could you please return this to him for me?”

Lana stepped forward, hesitated slightly upon seeing the ring, then took it from Cicely’s hand. Lips pursed, she looked at Cicely, “Cicely, did you...?”d2

“Hmm?”

“Did you know that this was the only way he’d sign the divorce papers? Is that why you decided to plead guilty in court?”

Cicely smiled again, closing her eyes and shaking her head, her voice indifferent. “No.”

Lana didn't say anything, glancing at Creighton's picture on the hearth in disbelief.

No one knew how much Creighton loved Cicely better than Cicely herself. So how could she possibly choose to defy his wishes and ruin her life under a false accusation of murder?

Maybe everyone had been fooled by this girl.

*

The next day was Creighton’s burial. Cicely had vigil at the wake all night. As dawn broke, the burial preparations began.

There were many customs to observe at a funeral, and by the time they finished at the graveside, it was broad daylight.

The weather had been gloomy these past days, and finally, this morning, it started to rain. It’s a gentle patter, as though reluctant to disturb a world that seemed a shade too dim.

Cicely stood at Creighton’s gravestone, holding a black umbrella, with Lana by her side and two uniformed officers behind her. “Ms. Cicely, it’s about time.”

As a convicted criminal, it was only through connections that she was allowed out, and her 24-hour respite was nearly up.

Cicely blinked slowly and stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch the gravestone. Her fingers trembled minutely as she leaned in, resting her forehead against the cold stone.

Tears fell silently.

“Dad, goodbye”

Her calm, soft call made Lana, who had been stoic for days, nearly break down crying. The day before, Cicely had knelt in the chapel, tearless and silent, her composure reminiscent of when her mother had passed away.

Lana thought Cicely would weep alone upon returning to her cell, just as she had cried alone in her room back then, but it wasn’t the same. Back then, Cicely still had her father; now, she had only herself.

After a long time, she slowly straightened up and stood in silence for a moment longer with her umbrella before turning and walking over to Lana. “I need to go.”

Lana, noting Cicely’s nonchalant demeanor, nodded softly, “The appeal is in two days. You’ll—”

“I know.”

Cicely cut her off gently and then hugged Lana, “Thank you.”

Lana patted her shoulder, “Don’t worry.”

“Yeah.”

Then Cicely let go, walked away with the officers.

Lana watched them leave, feeling unease. Something seemed off.

Outside the cemetery, across from the patrol car with its flashing lights, a black sedan was parked quietly, the rain washing it even darker. Beside it, a tall figure stood under a black umbrella, his handsome features blurred through the rain.