The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2082

In the evening, at 6:30, there was a knock on the door of Chloe's apartment.

Chloe opened it with an unsurprised smile. “What brings you here?”

Seth’s voice was casual. “Dinner time.”

“Did you get lost?”

“No.” He paused, before adding, “You did say you’d treat me to dinner.”

Chloe remembered, “Oh, right. But wasn’t that supposed to be some kind of fancy, million-dollar meal? This might be a bit underwhelming for you, don’t you think?”d2

Seth shot her a look. “Let’s not push our luck, shall we?”

Chloe stepped aside with a laugh, “Welcome in.”

As Seth entered, he saw Cicely carrying a plate from the kitchen. Her hair was neatly tied back, her attire simple and homely, adorned with a blue checked apron. She came to a brief halt on catching sight of him.

Chloe came back in and focused on Cicely. “The eggs got a bit scorched.”

“Let me see.” Chloe walked over and glanced at the plate, “Hmm... not too bad, actually. Considering the rest, it’s quite an achievement.”

Cicely followed Chloe’s gaze to the slightly charred dishes on the table, clearly her own handiwork.

Chloe’s expression twisted, “I gave the staff the day off.”

“Let’s not eat this. How about we order some takeout?” Cicely suggested, picking up a plate to dispose of its contents.

But a hand with distinct knuckles reached out, stopping her. Cicely held still, looking up at him.

“No takeout. It’s not healthy.” Seth took the plate from her hands and placed it back on the table, “Hang on a second, I’ll cook.”

Seth led her to the table, unbuttoning his suit jacket in the process. After Cicely was seated, he took off his jacket, draped it over a chair, and confidently strolled into the kitchen.

Shortly after, a hearty meal of three dishes and a soup graced the table.

Seth sat down beside Cicely. “Let’s eat.”

Although Chloe was not surprised that Seth could cook, the presentation of the meal still impressed her. Cicely showed no reaction, as if this was routine for her.

Throughout the meal, Seth kept serving Cicely, who ate in silence, accepting each offering.

Chloe enjoyed her meal in apparent indifference.

By the end, while much of Seth’s cooking remained, Cicely’s dishes were polished clean.

Cicely's last few bites were slow. Watching Seth eat the burnt dishes with a blank expression, her grip on her fork tightened. She said nothing and did nothing until the end.

She stood to clear the plates but Seth’s hand once again caught her wrist.

“What now?”

“Doing dishes.”

It was only natural to offer help after dining at someone else's home.

“I’ll do it.”

...

Seth, with his coat in hand, stepped out of the dining room to find the two women watching a movie in the living room. It had only been on for about fifteen minutes.

Seth pressed his lips together, standing still for a moment. Chloe looked over at him. “Want to join?”

He glanced at Cicely, who was indifferent, then lowered his eyes, “I’ll head upstairs.”

Chloe nodded, “Alright then, take it easy.”

Seth gave the TV screen a final glance before leaving.

The sound of the door closing relaxed Cicely, who had been tense.

“The food was good,” Chloe complimented.

Cicely took a deep breath, “Don’t tell me you knew he was coming over tonight.”

“Why would I know he’d crash here for dinner?”

Cicely fell silent.

As soon as the movie ended, the room's door rang promptly. Even Chloe was surprised this time. Opening the door, she met the man who had become a frequent sight these past few days. “You didn’t install a camera in my place, did you? Your timing is impeccable.”

“The feature is ninety-three minutes. You were at twelve minutes and thirty-four seconds when I left.”

Chloe surrendered, “Okay, okay, I get it. Take her away.”

Seth, unfazed by the interruption, looked towards Cicely. His silent gaze said it all.

Cicely didn’t linger. She left with Seth, taking the elevator back to the eighteenth floor.

“The bath’s ready. Go on in.”

Cicely stood still, then after a moment, spoke with a cool voice. “Was dinner really that good?”

A touch of warmth flickered in Seth’s usually impassive eyes, “Are you worried about me?”

Cicely laughed softly, “Don’t you think it’s a bit much? Finishing those burnt dishes in front of me to show how devoted and wronged you are? If I’m not moved by your efforts, wouldn’t I be ungrateful for all your stomach endured tonight?”

The warmth remained on Seth’s face, but his gazes turned dark and unfathomable, like the ocean depths.

“The water’s getting cold. Go take your bath.”

Anger flared in Cicely’s eyes, but Seth simply smiled, pulled her into his embrace, “What are you so mad about?”

Cicely tensed for a moment.

Seth’s lips brushed her forehead, then the corner of her eye. His voice deep and husky, “I won’t eat charred food again, okay?”

Cicely pushed him away, her face cold as she entered the bathroom.

For three years, she had been isolated from the world, learning only how to survive on her own. And they had mastered the art of peering into and toying with hearts.

At night, Seth still held Cicely as they slept. The soft and warm body was in his arms, their breath mingling, his lips tracing her forehead, the tip of her nose. The hand around her waist tightened and relaxed through the nightgown, the heat palpable.

Cicely curled up, head lowered, until he nudged her chin upward, her rosy lips revealed. Without hesitation, Seth kissed her.

Cicely’s eyes shuddered, her hands pushing against his chest. His overwhelming presence enveloped her, the charged atmosphere making her heart race.

She could feel the desire touching her. If this continued...

Her thoughts halted as Seth released her lips and buried his face in her neck. “Don’t be scared. I won’t do anything.” The muffled, hoarse voice vibrated against her skin.

The distinct sensation on her thigh lingered, the breaths in her neck erratic and heavy. She was held tightly in his embrace, and a wave of sourness suddenly flooded her heart. Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, forced her to close them abruptly.

No. This can't happen.

No way.

Absolutely not.

Cicely, you better not feel sorry for him.

In the following three days, Cicely spent every moment with Chloe, strolling through the neighborhood, shopping at the mall, visiting the office, and stopping by Granny Harper's place.

Then there were the shared breakfasts with Seth, the dinners together, the kiss before heading out, and the evenings wrapped in his arms, his lips seeking hers.

When Charlie picked up Seth the next morning, he witnessed Cicely planting a quick kiss on the man's lips. It felt odd. As if he'd seen a ghost.

For three consecutive days, it was the same routine. He could clearly sense that Seth was in the best mood he had been in years.

Charlie had no clue what had transpired between the two to bring about this apparent reconciliation, perhaps the strange hunch nagging at him was just that—a baseless feeling.

"Mr. Diaz, Ms. Danielle is inquiring about your availability tonight." Suppressing the odd sensation in his heart, Charlie spoke as he drove, glancing at Seth's expression in the rearview mirror. "Ever since you were discharged, you haven't been in touch with her. I've been using the excuse of your busy schedule to put her off for a week now."

Seth's mood, which had been quite pleasant until now, slowly started to sink.

"The Thanksgiving is in two days, and Ms. Danielle, being sensitive, has had people tracking your movements."

If Charlie hadn't been so vigilant and tight on security, Ms. Cicely would likely have been discovered by now.

After a moment of silence, Seth replied, "I understand."

But Charlie was still confused.

Understand what?

*

Chloe could easily tell that Cicely's mood had improved significantly from when she first arrived.

As Cicely sat there, browsing recipes on her phone, Chloe leaned against the armrest of the sofa and remarked casually, "Looks like you two are planning to mooch off my dinner again tonight?"

"Isn't it lonely eating all by yourself?" Cicely didn't even look up, her tone nonchalant as ever.

"No, Damon's coming home this afternoon."

Cicely lifted her gaze, taking in Chloe's radiant smile, and her eyes danced with mischief as she returned the smile. "In normal circumstances, shouldn't I tactfully leave you two to your romantic reunion?"

Chloe nodded as if it was the most natural thing to do.

Cicely chuckled, "Unfortunately for you, I'm not most people."