The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 803

Samuel felt a deep fear gnawing at him.

Having worked with Mr. Diaz for years, he had only seen this man's elegance and grace, and even his anger was hidden behind a casual smile.

But this rage, this utter fury, was something he had never seen before.

The aura was overpowering, cold and terrifying.

He quickly muttered a response and scurried off.

Seth stood in place, icy and silent for a moment before he turned around calmly and walked away with determined strides.

Cicely was bone-tired, her aches sending jolts of pain through her nerves. Sweat trickled down her pale, paper-like face.

She sat beneath a bus stop sign, hands clenched tight, trembling.

Her hands were clenched so hard that if she let go now, the pain would only get worse. The tighter the grip, the more it'll hurt when you let go...

That was just how it was.

She looked terrible, bystanders suggesting she get to a hospital, some even offering to take her.

But she refused.

A bus was pulling in when a black Bentley rolled up, blocking the bus lane and stopping!

People around were pissed, complaining, but when the man stepped out of the car, everyone fell silent.

A damn good-looking guy, pissed as hell, headed this way. With his vibe, no one dared to challenge him!

Cicely didn't have the energy to notice the commotion around her. She could barely take care of herself, let alone bother with anything else.

But when she was yanked back to her feet, she had to force her eyes open to look at him.

Seeing Seth's cold, angry handsome face, she managed to muster a weak smile.

"Mr. Diaz, how's your girlfriend doing?"

Seth's brows knitted together, his grip tightening on Cicely's wrist, almost crushing it.

"Cicely!"

He sounded like he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Mr. Diaz, I haven't pissed you off, have I? If you need to buy booze… please put it on my tab when you go to No.8 Mansion..."

Upon hearing the name "No.8 Mansion," the coldness in Seth's eyes made everyone at the bus stop involuntarily step back.

The bus driver behind was honking, but Seth didn't seem to hear, holding Cicely's wrist and heading towards the hospital.

Cicely clung to the edge of an advertisement sign, "No, I'm not going to the hospital... Let go of me!"

She was drained, barely had any strength left.

Seth could easily drag her away, but Cicely was exuding a strong sense of resistance. Her pale, feeble face even had a hint of hurt and weakness.