The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1045

Chapter 1045 

Even though Morrison didn’t crack a smile throughout the whole wedding, he still slipped the ring onto Rose’s finger. 

Chloe was sitting in the front row, watching as Rose shakily raised her hand and slowly slid the platinum ring onto Morrison’s ring finger. 

At that moment, Chloe saw a tear drop from Rose’s eye and fall to the ground. 

Joy and sadness filled Chloe’s heart. 

Congrats, Rose! You’ve finally got your wish. 

But sadly, it looked like your days of trouble have just begun.. 

Someone took her slightly cold hand into their own, the broad palm giving off a warmth that comforted her. 

She turned her head to look at the man next to her, a sense of ease spreading through her heart. 

Soon, she would become this man’s wife. 

The salvation he offered her was something she longed for her whole life. 

Just like how Rose was willing to give it all to Morrison. 

At the wedding banquet, they were ushered into a private booth. Cicely was pulled by Chloe to sit next to her. 

Seth and Danielle happened to be seated across from them. 

Cicely didn’t even glance at them. She leaned back in her chair, boredly playing a game on her phone. 

Everyone else in the booth was chatting away, but she seemed to have no connection with them, instead lost in her own world. 

The long hair she had let down during the wedding was now tied up into a loose bun. Shorter strands of hair framed her face, acting as a natural accessory. 

The light in the booth shone on her, highlighting her forehead and the tip of her nose. 

Her bright eyes reflected the colors of her phone screen. Under the light, they were a stunning sight. 

Seth eyed the carefree woman across from him with a intense gaze. 

Chloe turned her head to talk to her. Despite the noise in the booth, he clearly heard their conversation. 

“Do we need to head back right away? Should we stay in R City for another day?” 

She lifted her eyes from her phone screen to look at Chloe, “Sure, we rarely get the chance to go out together.” 

Chloe nodded, before turning her head to talk to Damon. 

Cicely’s attention returned to her phone. 

Her voice, tone, and even her nonchalant, lazy smile stirred something within him. 

Seth picked up the cup next to him and drained the drink in one gulp. 

Waiters circled around the booths with trays of snacks. Everyone tasted the delicacies from time to time, but mostly they were just drinking and chatting. 

The atmosphere was lively, as if they were the ones getting married. 

Cicely tried a dessert first. She slightly furrowed her brows, forced the food in her mouth down, and left the rest on her plate, untouched. She sampled almost every dish but didn’t eat much of any. Her plate was piled with food she took one bite of and then ignored. 

She knew it was impolite and rude to leave food unfinished. If the host saw, they might be offended. 

But Cicely was Cicely. From a young age, if she didn’t want to or didn’t like something, no one could force her to do it. 

The concept of settling was nonexistent in her life philosophy. 

She was picky, and she didn’t deny that. 

Seth’s lips twitched upwards. She really was a spoiled one. 

Her pampered upbringing and his indulgence had cultivated this deeply ingrained spoiled nature. Even if she wanted to escape her past, could she really change her nature? 

Yet, in the end, she was coaxed into drinking several glasses of alcohol by Ella and Kane. 

Alcohol was the kind of thing where if you didn’t start drinking, you were fine. But once you started, people wouldn’t let you stop easily. 

After five or six glasses, she felt a bit dizzy. So she sat there quietly, staring at the leftovers on her plate, her thoughts unreadable. 

Her gaze was empty, just like her heart. There was nothing or no one that she cared about. 

Despite Danielle’s status as a top–tier female artist in the outside world, in this booth, she wasn’t as eye–catching. 

From start to end, she quietly sat next to Seth, urging him to try some of the food she liked. 

Seth vaguely remembered a woman who used to sit next to him at banquets, who clearly didn’t like the smell of smoke in the room but still sat there, chin in hand, staring at his face. When he didn’t move for a long time, she stubbornly shoved food into his mouth, as if determined to make him eat.