The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361 

Danielle was deep in thought, her beautiful eyes suddenly widening. 

Cicely’s back, and Seth’s gone! 

Her heartbeat abruptly stopped, she shook her head, and made a hasty exit. 

This can’t be, it just can’t be! 

Seth shouldn’t know she’s back… 

On the second floor of the banquet hall, a tall, well built figure in black stood silently by the window, his presence stern and cold. His deep eyes followed Cicely’s slender form, watching as she got into a black car and left. 

He threw his half burned cigarette, which he hadn’t taken á single puff from, onto the ground. His black eyes were filled with profound emotions, making it hard to read his feelings. 

He finally turned to leave, his handsome face as calm as still water. The half cigarette he tossed to the ground was already crushed to pieces…. The next day, after Chloe got up and washed, she went to Rose’s room on the tenth floor to invite her for dinner. 

However, after knocking for a while, no one came to open the door 

Just then, a cleaner pushing a cart walked by, and Chloe asked her to help open the door. 

But, when she walked into the room, she found no one inside. The bed was spotless and tidy, untouched. It looked nothing like a lived-in room 

She glanced at the room number again, confirming it was indeed Rose’s room. A bad feeling suddenly dawned upon her. 

She immediately took out her phone and dialed Rose’s number. It took quite a while before the call was picked up. 

She let out a sigh of relief. 

“Who is this?” 

A deep voice made Chloe’s words stick in her throat, her face suddenly turning grim. 

After a moment, she spoke again, her tone cold and confused. 

“…Morrison?” 

“Yeah.” 

Chloe bit her lip, putting a hand on her suddenly throbbing forehead. 

The online news had been buzzing all night, and it hadn’t cooled down yet. 

Pulse Entertainment hadn’t responded yet. 

Chloe, with a complicated expression, had breakfast with Rose by the window. Rose was constantly scrolling through her phone, a joyous look on 

her face. 

“Chloe, what happened last night?” 

Chloe looked at her, sighed lightly, put down her fork, frowned, and said in a heavy tone, “You still have the mood to care about my affairs?” Rose’s expression stiffened, she took a sip of water, turned to look out the window, and cracked a bitter smile. 

“We were both drunk, it was a simple accident, we’re adults, we know what we’re doing!” 

“Is it you who understand, or is it Morrison?”