The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride - Chapter 1952

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Cicely's expression turned icy in an instant as she rose from the couch. "How could he possibly get
into a fight? Are you sure?"

The driver nodded with certainty, "I saw him, he had a bruise on his face, and Miss Danielle even
bought him some medicine."

Frowning, Cicely tossed the throw pillow she had been holding back onto the couch, grabbed her
cellphone, and said to Creighton, "I'm going to check on him. Dad, you should get some rest."
Before he could even attempt to stop her, she was already heading for the door.

Creighton, feeling a bit helpless, said, "I was warming some milk for you in the kitchen." But his
words fell on deaf ears as Cicely left without a response.

Creighton hastily gestured to the driver to follow Cicely.

Seth had a casual dinner out by himself and wasn't surprised to find Patty had already gone to bed
upon his return.d2

The butler, who had been waiting for him, couldn't help but gasp when he saw Seth, only to be
silenced by a stern glance.

After a moment, the butler offered in a low voice, "Mr. Seth, would you like me to tend to your
wounds?"

Seth was not one to repeat himself, and although everyone knew that treating the wounds was the
sensible thing to do, no one dared to suggest it again after his refusal.

The butler accepted this, and so did Danielle.

After changing his shoes, Seth went straight upstairs to the bathroom. Because of his injuries, the
shower took longer than usual.

Half an hour later, he emerged, toweling his hair dry, and glanced at his phone on the nightstand. It
had been silent all day. With an expressionless face, he tossed it back onto the bed.

After a second trip to the bathroom, he came back with his hair fully dry, climbed into bed, and
grabbed a book from the shelf. Minutes later, the book was discarded.

His scowl deepened with impatience and irritability. He threw off the covers and went downstairs.

He grabbed a glass of ice water from the fridge and gulped it down, trying to quell the inexplicable
agitation within him. Then, he poured another glass, sat on the sofa, and as he tilted his head back
to drink, he noticed the bag of medicine he'd thrown onto the coffee table earlier.

Seth paused, looking down at the bruise on his knee. He could see various healing marks on his
leg, arm, and other exposed skin. He had always despised resolving issues with violence,
considering it foolish in the extreme. However, even now, he felt no regret. If anything, he felt it
hadn't been enough.

After finishing the water, he set the glass down and was about to stand up when he heard the front
door open amidst a slight commotion.

"Ms. Cicely, Mr. Seth is not in the best of moods today."

Cicely's assertive voice cut through the air as she entered.

Seth's brow furrowed as he turned towards the entrance. There she was, just as he expected.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a deep tone.

Cicely didn't hesitate, striding towards him, her eyes quickly surveying him from head to toe. Finally,
standing before him, she tilted her head up to inspect the bruise at the corner of his mouth. Anger
mounted on her beautiful, delicate face.

The tension in the room inexplicably thickened.

Just when everyone was unsure of how to proceed, Cicely suddenly swung and slapped Seth
across the face. Her left hand connected with his right cheek. Because she was much shorter, the
slap actually landed on his chin.

The sound wasn't particularly sharp, but in that moment, it was jarringly loud.

Everyone was taken aback. Seth's face darkened even more.

Cicely's expression didn't change as she spoke with arrogant fury, "I always thought you were
above using violence to solve problems. It seems I overestimated you. This is a warning. If you dare
raise a hand against someone again and give them the chance to hurt you, it won't be just a simple
slap next time."

Seth's grim face twisted into a faint, cold smirk after she finished speaking. "Who gave you the
right?" he asked.

Cicely lifted her chin defiantly, her voice ringing clear, "I did, of course."

She never restrained herself in front of him, with that proud, confident, and arrogant demeanor.

What woman didn't try to show her best side to the man she liked, to appear obedient, sensible,
gracious, and well-mannered, even if it was all an act?

But Cicely, her flaws were laid bare. Was this her so-called affection?

He sat back down on the sofa, his lips coldly forming the words, "Get out."

Instead, Cicely approached him and glanced at the bag from the pharmacy on the coffee table.
Without a second thought, she grabbed it and threw it in the trash.

Seth's brow twitched slightly, and Cicely sat down beside him. The sixteen-year-old girl carried a
fresh fragrance from her recent bath. The scent of body wash and shampoo, combined with her
warmth and natural scent, created another unique aroma.

Just as Seth's eyes narrowed slightly, his face was held in a pair of hands and forcibly turned
towards Cicely.

Seth's sharp reprimand made the nearby servant break out in a cold sweat. This girl was really
audacious. Mr. Seth had never been treated like this before.

Seth had let the slap earlier slide without pursuing it, which was already baffling, but he hadn't
expected this girl to push her luck even further.

Cicely's hand lightly touched Seth's left lip corner. Caught off guard, Seth's brows instantly furrowed
with dull pain.

Cicely glanced at him, her tone unsympathetic. "Did Danielle apply medicine for you?"

Naturally, Seth didn't respond to her. "She probably didn't. The driver already told me."

As she spoke, she released Seth and lowered her head to open the medicine she had brought.

Seth knew her intention. "Cicely, you better stop..."

"Sit properly. Don't force me to make the situation even more awkward." Cicely didn't even lift her
eyes, carefully applying the ointment in her hands.

Seth couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He was about to stand up when Cicely beat him to it,
swiftly rising and lifting her leg before landing it back down, causing his shoulder to bear some
weight.

Seth settled back into the couch. Cicely was now slouched on his lap, leaning slightly forward, her
hands propped on his shoulders, ensuring he couldn't move. This action, though subtle, was
audacious and bold.

Seth paused for a moment, his expression immediately darkening.

"You better behave and let me apply the medicine, or else..."

Cicely paused, her dark eyes swirling in their sockets before she continued, "Or else I'll kiss you!"

She exuded the air of a rogue bully!