The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride - Chapter 2013

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Slipping out of his shoes, Seth casually shrugged off his jacket as Patty stood up, turning to face
him with a questioning look. "Where's Cicely?"

“Why are you looking for her?”

"Don't play dumb with me." Patty's cold voice cut him off sharply. "I know you two have shacked up
together. I told you the other night, as long as you agreed to get Danielle a spot on the show, I'd turn
a blind eye to your antics. But what did you do? You get Danielle on set, and Cicely throws a fit,
slapping her in front of everyone and trying to force her to leave. You were there—you know what
went down. The Ellis family may spoil her rotten, but why should I?"

"I told you I wouldn't meddle in your affairs as long as you kept your word about Danielle. But this?
This is a whole different ball game. If you don't know how to break it to her, then I will."

Patty's gaze followed Seth as he entered the house without a moment's pause, heading straight to
the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and turned to see the untouched dinner on
the table.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked back out.d2

"Are you even listening to me?!" Patty's voice rose, her emotions teetering on the edge of control.

"Look, I did agree to bring her onto the show. But what happens after that? You didn't specify, and
I'm not obligated to baby her if she gets roughed up.

"If she's decided to join this industry, then she's got to toughen up. Today it's Cicely, and there will
be someone else tomorrow. Let's face it, she didn't get in on talent. People will always whisper
about the backdoor deals and the talent squeezed out because of her. Might as well get used to it."

Patty's brows knitted together. "So I should be thanking Cicely for slapping Danielle, is that it?"

Seth set the water bottle on a cabinet by the balcony, his indifferent gaze landing on Patty. "Cicely
wouldn't hit her for no reason. If it was just about bringing her on set, she wouldn't lose her cool like
that."

"There's no good reason to hit someone!" Patty retorted, her distaste for Seth's obvious bias was
almost visceral.

Seth's eyes turned icy. "Then go ask Danielle. Would she rather it be Cicely who hit her, or would
she prefer if I'd done it myself?"

Patty gasped, "You..."

"Cicely wouldn't lay a finger on her just because of the show. While you're busy feeling sorry for
Danielle, maybe consider why she was hit in the first place."

Seth clearly wanted to end the conversation. "Tell her to straighten up. I didn't commit to her even
when times were good, let alone now with her constant scheming. It only makes me dislike her
more. And as for our relationship," he gestured between them, "I'm sure you can distinguish it from
what she has with you. Let's not let her come between us, okay?"

Stunned by Seth's cold words, Patty took a moment to collect herself. "So what about the internet
fiasco today? Not only was she slapped, but now the whole web is mocking her as a 'pretty face
with no talents', and the show's reputation is tanking. You're not going to hold Cicely accountable?"

"And who should I hold accountable? If Danielle hadn't joined the cast, none of this would've
happened. Don't make me list every little thing to prove that you can't get favors for her through
me."

Patty frowned in confusion, watching him. "Seth, you told me you'd never fall for Cicely. You
promised there would be no future between you two. Better not get in too deep. You're defending

her too much, downplaying the issue, always making excuses for her. Did she confess something to
you? It's clear as day that she orchestrated the online mess to get back at you for bringing Danielle
in. It's all about her own twisted jealousy. Otherwise, why would Danielle be targeted out of the
blue? Anyone could guess that Cicely's behind it all—who else could pull such strings?"

Seth pursed his lips, his brow furrowed as if contemplating something obvious.

"Seth, if you really don't want to hurt her, break it off now. Otherwise, if you catch feelings, or she
falls harder, it'll hurt you both even more."

"Isn't that what you'd prefer to see?" Seth moved from the balcony towards her. "If there's nothing
else, I'll take you home."

Patty, feeling like she hadn't vented her frustrations, walked to the door in a daze, then suddenly
turned. "So, where's Cicely? Isn't she living with you? Why didn't I see her today?"

"She went back to the Ellis family."

"You sure are patient with her."

With a driver waiting, Seth opened the car door, helping Patty in.

"You're not going back for dinner?" Patty looked out the rolled-down window.

Seth smirked. "Now you remember I haven't had dinner?"

A bit sheepish, Patty replied, "I was too upset."

Seth said nothing more, just told the driver to go. Patty, sensing he was done talking, didn't push
any further.

Watching her car fade into the distance, Seth didn't head back inside but instead took his car keys
from his pocket and got into the car that he had just parked.

Cicely emerged from her shower after a lengthy soak, her hair only partially dried. She slathered on
some lotion before sitting at the desk near her window. She pulled out a nail file from her drawer,
but then, recalling the task she had for Issac, she grabbed her phone instead.

No message from Issac.

Cicely wasn't in any rush to prod him along. She casually tossed her phone aside, kicked her feet
up onto the chair, and started clipping her nails with a nail clipper.

The sound of a knock echoed through the room, and without even lifting her head, Cicely called out,
"Come in."

The door swung open and she could hear footsteps approaching. She paused mid-clip, turned her
head, and saw a tall, lean figure striding toward her, with a glass of milk in hand. She frowned. "Who
said you could come in?"

Setting the glass down on the desk, Seth glanced down at her, his thin lips curving into a faint,
nearly imperceptible smile. It was a softer expression than his usual aloof demeanor, one that
wasn't entirely unfamiliar to Cicely. She had an inkling of why he might be here.

She refocused on her toenails. "I thought you were too busy. Found some time to drop by now?"

"I wouldn't want to know the consequences of me arriving any later," he replied.

Seth watched her curled up in a position that seemed anything but comfortable. Circling to face her,
he pulled a chair over, took the nail clipper from her hands, and, grasping her ankle, placed her foot
on his thigh.

Cicely squirmed, but Seth anticipated it and never let go. "Stop fidgeting, or you might end up
bleeding."

That got her to hold still.

Watching his defined hands carefully trimming her nails, she pursed her lips, leaned over to grab
the milk, and took a sip.

The occasional crisp "click" of the nail clipper was the only sound in the room. After finishing her
milk, Cicely looked at him coolly. "So, what? You think that just because you've sorted things out,
we can let bygones be bygones?"

Seth ran his fingertips over her nails to check for any snags, his voice calm and deep. "Who would I
blame?"

"Me," Cicely laughed softly. "I threatened to kick her out, and then this happens. Anyone would think
it was me. Don't you?"

Once he was sure the nails were done, Seth looked up and set the clippers on the desk. "So did
you do it?"

Cicely snorted and withdrew her foot. "Is this a new way of settling scores with me?"

"I'm not here to settle any scores. Even if you did do it, I wouldn't lay a finger on you."

She smiled wryly. "I should be grateful for your generosity, shouldn't I? But really, you wouldn't do
anything to me? Have you found something out, decided it wasn't me, and now you're here to make
nice?"

Seth's lips curved into a half-smile. "So it really wasn't you."

Cicely’s expression darkened immediately. He was baiting her with her own words. She found her
slippers, stood up from the chair, and faced him. "If there's nothing else, you can leave. I don't want
to see you right now."

"I've skipped dinner and I'm hungry," Seth said, catching her hand as he stood.

"If you're hungry, head to the kitchen. There's nothing for you here. Seth, what are you—"

Before she could even pause, Seth had lifted her onto the desk. He encircled her, leaving no room
to escape. "There's nothing in the kitchen. Only in your room."

He was so close, his handsome face just inches away, momentarily making Cicely think he was
trying to charm her with his looks. But her anger, simmering for two days, wasn't about to be quelled
by a pretty face. "Don't try that with me. How infatuated do you think I am with your looks, to believe
that you can just flash your face and make everything go away?"

Seth's gaze slowly swept over her features, and at her words, he let out a low chuckle. "Didn't you
just say it wasn't you? Why so angry?"

Cicely leaned back slightly, only for Seth to pull her back in by her waist. His smiling eyes locked
onto hers for a moment before finally resting on her lips.