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."

The doctors around him were so nervous they didn't dare to breathe, fearing that the man would kick them over the next second. When they finally finished bandaging her up, Cicely's face was covered in a cold sweat. Her eyes looked as if she had just gone through extreme torture, dazed as if she was about to faint any second.

The doctors looked at her, puzzled. Could the pain really be this intense?

"Miss... do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

Cicely slowly closed her eyes, gently shaking her head, then stood up from the chair. The people around her quickly made way, her fragile state making everyone worry that she might fall over the next second.

Seth wordlessly walked up to her, bent down, and picked her up.

Cicely's vision swayed, she felt dizzy, her hand resting on the man's shoulder. Without even opening her eyes, she knew who it was, so she simply leaned into his chest. She felt really uncomfortable right now, too weak to resist, and there was no point in resisting anyway.

Might as well... she just wanted to be quiet, to feel a bit better.

Outside the hospital, the police cars had already left, and the driver was waiting by the car. When he saw Seth carrying Cicely out, he quickly turned to open the car door.

Seth carried Cicely into the car, the driver voluntarily got into the car and drove towards the apartment. Throughout the ride, Cicely kept her eyes closed, not saying a word. Seth kept glancing at her pale face, her brow furrowed, looking extremely tired.

His fingers slowly lifted in the silence, eventually landing lightly on her almost transparent cheek. He could feel the smoothness of her face under his fingertips, but the rosy complexion she once had was nowhere to be found.

He couldn't help but recall her face at the party, laughing and as beautiful as a blooming flower. But now, she looked so worn out, it was heartbreaking.