The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1140

Chapter 1140

But Seth grabbed her wrist, almost violently dragging her towards the parking lot.

Struggling, Cicely whispered, “Seth, let me go!”

Seth seemed oblivious to her words, pulling her along. The woman in the dress and high heels behind him was stumbling and tugging backward.

“Ms. Cicely!”

The driver waiting for her in the parking lot ran over, bewildered by the situation. He knew both Cicely and Mr.

Diaz.

“Help me, I don’t know him..”

Cicely cried out to the driver, who then snapped out of his confusion and hurried over.

“Mr. Diaz!"

“Buzz off!”

The usually expressionless man now had a grim look on his face.

Car unlocking sounds echoed as Seth forcefully yanked Cicely to his car and flung open the passenger door. Cicely clutched the door, refusing to move, “Seth, you...”

“Didn't you say you don't know me?” Seth cut her off, sneering at her desperate grip on the door frame. “You think that will do any good?”

“Seth! You lunatic, you psychopath!”

Cicely screamed, her voice resonating throughout the empty parking lot.

The man didn't seem to care. He just smiled, whispering.

“Either get in the car, and I'll take you home. Or, I'll carry you in, and we'll do it right here.”

Cicely's eyes widened, gripping the car door tighter. But she began to calm down. “I choose neither. I'm not going home with you, and I'm not doing anything with you!”

A sarcastic chuckle echoed in her ears. The next moment, she was airborne. Seth took a step back, her grip on the car door loosened, and a sharp pain shot through her fingers.

By the time she caught her breath, she was already in the passenger seat.

The man leaned in, bringing a gust of cold wind.

Either he carried her into the car, and they did it right here...

Cicely's eyes flickered to the flustered driver standing nearby. Her head felt heavy, but her mind was clear. The smell of alcohol was like a fog clouding her mind.

“Seth, Seth...” Her voice softened, she pushed the man's shoulders and grabbed his fingers tightly.

“I don't want to, I don’t want to..”

She murmured, her eyes wide with panic, her voice choked up, yet not a single tear fell.

She was not obeying! She was merely compromising, yet her defiance remained.

He held her chin, trapping her in his embrace. “I gave you a chance, Cicely, I've told you so many times. Don't provoke me...”

Cicely bit her lip, squeezing his hand with all her might.

She loved him... Did she?

“I don't want to hate you.”

Seth smirked, “Why?”

“Because it’s pointless.” She mocked him, piercing through his self-satisfaction, “I don’t want you in my life!”

The car door was already closed, but her voice echoed throughout the underground parking lot.

The silence that followed was deafening. Her face was resolute, not a hint of regret.

His joy was abruptly cut off. Her lips parted, breathing out the fragrance of alcohol, the softness and warmth beneath him igniting his passion.

His restraint tonight had been pushed to its limits. When the sturdy character was weakened, all that remained was an endless release of fiery rage.

Cicely's pupils contracted as she tried to push him away. But her hands were held tightly above her head, while another hand pressed hard against her waist.

The leather car seat was not soft, his strength was so great that her body rubbing against it made an unpleasant noise.

Pain.

She winced in pain, her slender body almost sinking into the seat. “Seth! Let go of me!”

Seth simply grinned, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

“Without me?...Cicely, you've exhausted my patience tonight!”