The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride - Chapter 1978

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Seth's eyes held an emotion that Cicely had never seen before. They were dark and brooding, yet
seemed to harbor a fire that could turn her to ash at any moment. It took Cicely a moment to regain
her composure, her gaze shifting away, too ashamed to look Seth in the eye.

"Does this count as one?" Seth murmured.

Cicely’s face flushed with embarrassment, her body language screaming discomfort. She naturally
wouldn't dare answer that question outright.

Seth let out a low chuckle at her demeanor. "Weren't you quite the spitfire just a moment ago? Now
you can't even find the words?"

Cicely wasn't about to let him have the last laugh at her expense. She turned her head, her cheeks
still painted with shyness, her feigned anger lacking any real punch. "I thought you didn't waste time
comforting people?" she retorted weakly.

"I'm not comforting you," Seth replied bluntly. "I'm simply taking advantage of an opportunity you
gave me."d2

His fingers grazed his lips, catching a droplet of moisture. His gaze fell on Cicely, who was looking
up at him from the hospital bed, her face turning several shades redder as their eyes unexpectedly
met. She quickly looked away, her ears now as red as cherries.

Seth watched her, a half-smile playing on his lips as he readjusted his shirt cuffs.

Cicely's heart thudded wildly, the spot on her waist where Seth had touched her still felt like it was
burning. Her lips were swollen, pulsing with each heartbeat.

This was their most intimate moment yet. His kiss had been fierce, pressing her into the mattress,
his touch igniting her.

All these thoughts swirled in her mind, and she felt her face could ignite from the heat. She bit her
lip, recalling how casually he had wiped his mouth after their kiss. He was doing such passionate
things with such nonchalance, which was so very like him.

The room fell into silence for a moment before she noticed Seth taking a seat beside the bed. She
glanced at him, realizing he had completely steered the course of events. Her brow furrowed as she
brought her gaze back to him.

"Did you really hit Joel?" she asked, her tone serious.

Seth gave her a fleeting look.

Cicely said sternly. "How you see Joel is your business, but I can't be indifferent to him. At least in
this matter, his intentions were good. My hospitalization was purely accidental, and you even hit him
because of it."

"The simple outcome should have been an apology from him and a 'no worries' from me, and that
would have been the end of it. But you hit him, and now it feels like I owe him an apology. Seth,
you've complicated things."

Seth's expression turned icy, his face etched with a sarcastic sneer. "So, you think the proper
response to you landing in the hospital is for me to do nothing?"

Cicely smiled, her face a mixture of conflict and hidden joy. "Seth," she called out softly, her voice
soft. He watched her, unmoving.

She took a deep breath and attempted to sit up.

Seth's voice dropped to a frosty tone, "Cicely."

She paused, her eyes looking up at him, filled with a playful helplessness. Despite his cold
demeanor, he moved forward and picked her up. Cicely wrapped her arms around his neck and
planted a kiss on his cheek.

Seth hesitated, then turned to look at her. "Is this to please me so you can see other men?"

"Does it look like I'm trying to please you?" Cicely asked with a sly grin.

Seth's face remained stoic. "What are you planning?"

She didn't let go, and he found himself sitting beside her on the bed.

"I'm actually quite pleased," she admitted, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled. "But
feeling happy because you hit Joel feels a bit immoral."

She looked up at him, her gaze innocent. "Don't you think? I'll just share this with you in secret. I'm
so torn."

Seth's lips twitched, unamused. "That must be tough for you."

Cicely nodded, "It's the first time life's felt so difficult."

"Let go," he said, the position uncomfortable.

Cicely shook her head and burrowed back into his arms, "Let me go see Joel, apologize to him, and
this matter will almost be over. Otherwise, I might have to see him a second time, a third time
because of this..."

Seth sneered, "Failed to tempt me, so now you resort to threats?"

"Who said I failed to tempt you? When did I attempt to tempt you? Don’t underestimate me."

If she really wanted to and failed, wouldn't that be embarrassing for her?

Seth couldn't shake her off and stood up holding her, turned around and left the sickroom.
Afterwards, he directly entered the elevator and went downstairs.

Cicely blinked, "What are you doing?"

Cicely: "But Joel, he..."

"Shut up." Seth suddenly said coldly, looking at her sharply.

Cicely pouted, "I think what I said just now makes a lot of sense..."

Seth took a few steps while holding her, his cold and indifferent voice sounded over her head. "I am
the one who hit him, if he wants justice, it's naturally me who should step up, it has nothing to do
with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me..."

Seth stopped, looking down at her coldly, "It seems like you are hell-bent on seeing him no matter
what."

She shook her head, seeking solace in his embrace again. "I'm still a patient, in need of tender
care. Don't turn cold on me suddenly."

Seth didn't move, and Cicely felt his unwelcoming gaze. She tightened her hold and closed her
eyes.

"Ugh. My stomach hurts, I feel awful."

It was an obvious act, but Seth eventually carried her out of the hospital.

In truth, Cicely's stomach did hurt. Although she had exaggerated earlier, it wasn't by much.

On the way back to the city center, she looked pale, her forehead creased in discomfort, a thin
sheen of sweat on her forehead. Lying there with her eyes closed on Seth's lap, she initially
managed to exchange a few words with him, but soon she fell silent.

Seth watched her still and docile form, his brow furrowing as he reached out and touched her
forehead, feeling an unsettling cool dampness. His face tensed instantly.

Lifting her up, he had just noticed her pinched, pale face when Cicely wrapped her arms around his
waist, her head nuzzling into his chest.

"I think I'm a bit carsick," she mumbled. "I just want to sleep, and I don't want to go to the hospital."

Seth's hand rested on her stomach, and hearing her words, he glanced up at the driver in front, his
voice icy, "Drive smoother."

The driver gripped the steering wheel tighter, "Yes, sir."

The driver felt really helpless. After years of driving experience, especially as an executive
chauffeur, he prided himself on his smooth driving above all else.

When the car finally stopped, Cicely opened her eyes and found the unfamiliar scenery outside
disorienting. Before she could gather her thoughts, Seth had already scooped her out of the vehicle.

Leaning against Seth, her eyes were half-open as she noticed a closed door in front of her. After a
series of password input beeps, a faint electronic unlocking sound followed.

Seth carried her in, and as she lifted her head to take in the minimalist decor of the room, she asked
in a feeble voice, "Where are we?"

Seth uttered two simple words, "My place."