The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1142

Chapter 1142

Seth's gaze fell on the wounded hand, his eyes involuntarily tightening at the sight of the blood, his grip on the steering wheel subconsciously intensifying.

"Seth, everyone says you're generous and gentlemanly to the women around you. Why are you so cold to this woman who has been living with you for over three years?"

Chloe looked at the man dressed in expensive suit. Despite its disheveled state, he still maintained an air of dignity and poise, which irritated her.

She used to think Seth was a seemingly well-mannered loser, but now she realized he was indeed a loser!

The problem was, no one seemed to be able to control this man!

Seth's eyes almost spilled over with darkness, he forcefully suppressed his own chill, saying, "Let her go.’

Chloe's temples twitched, her voice cooling, "Seth..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Seth leaned over, swatted Chloe's hand gripping Cicely's hand away, shut the car door, and the car sped away the next second.

Chloe quickly stepped back, watching the car speed away, her face frosty.

As the car started, Cicely's face turned even more uncomfortable. She bit her lip tightly, not uttering a single word. The car exited the underground parking lot, with Cicely trying to shrink into her seat as much as possible, watching as the street scenes zoomed by outside the window.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, barely blinking.

"Buckle up.’ Seth's cold, deep voice suddenly echoed in the car, causing her body to jerk in surprise.

His expression turned even colder.

After a few seconds, Cicely seemed to finally respond, she straightened up and silently reached for the seatbelt.

The speeding car suddenly stopped, and despite the reduced speed, Cicely's body still lurched forward.

His long arm reached out, his palm resting on her forehead, pushing her back into her seat. Even this considerate gesture was done so roughly.

Cicely gripped the seatbelt tightly, the intense pain draining her face of color, her brows furrowed tightly.

Seth's lips were tightly closed, as he leaned towards Cicely.

Hrt entire back pressed hard against the seat, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. Seth's handsome face was just inches from her, his eyes deep, revealing no emotion. His eyes were as deep as an unfathomable ocean, despite the many things lurking beneath, the surface was calm.

She wasn't sure what might suddenly jump out of this calm surface. So, she simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at his face.

The hand gripping the seatbelt was captured, but due to nervousness, it only tightened further.

"Let go."