The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1949

Who would give a second thought to a crumpled piece of paper? Yet there she was, somehow so acutely aware of every little thing about Seth. The scrawl on the paper beneath her shoe was all too familiar.

Cicely couldn't fathom why she, who couldn't even remember half her classmates' names, had such a vivid recollection of a few scribbled words.

Danielle spotted the stray paper fluttering at her feet, and her complexion turned ashen. She shoved her way past the housekeeper, rushing to grab it, only to find Cicely had beaten her to the punch.

Not quite ready to give up, Cicely scrutinized the handwriting.

"Give it back!" Danielle's voice was sharp, her hand outstretched, reaching desperately for the paper now in Cicely's possession.

Cicely dodged her attempt. Holding up the paper, Cicely looked at Danielle, who appeared visibly nervous. In her mind, she could hear Seth's impatient voice on the phone.d2

She couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Her face, previously unreadable, now shone with a touch of mirth. It was like a delicate bud on the verge of blooming in spring, yet encased in a thick layer of ice.

The atmosphere around them grew colder by the second, casting a chill over the entire living room. Everyone was used to Cicely's privileged tantrums as the princess of the Ellis family and remained silent, even though they all knew how juvenile young love could be.

"Give it back to me!" Danielle was fixated on recovering the homework sheet, her hand open and her tone thick with indignation.

With a faint smile still gracing her lips, Cicely slowly brought the item between them into view.

"At first, I was a bit puzzled. With your holier-than-thou attitude, acting like everyone owes you a fortune, who in their right mind would bother to study with you? But then I figured, in a world of billions, a few fools are to be expected. Never did I guess that one of those fools would be Seth."

Danielle faltered, accustomed to Cicely's occasional barbs but not expecting her to drag Seth into the fray.

She had been holding back, her emotions building up inside. If it weren't for Uncle Creighton by her side, she might already be confronting Cicely head-on. Some things she could tolerate, but not when it came to Seth being belittled because of her.

"Cicely, you need to stop this. I've lived with Seth for so long. Even if you are the untouchable princess of the Ellis family in the P City, in front of him and me, what are you? In this world, not everything has to be yours just because you want it.

"At the very least, if you want to be with Seth, you should ask if he even wants to be with you. Flaunting your one-sided affection and acting all high and mighty, don't you find it pathetic?"

Cicely listened patiently, her face a mask of derision as the servants and even Creighton, her father, looked on with disapproval. His daughter, coddled and cherished, should be treated like a treasure by everyone.

"Did I ever tell you to stay away from him?" Cicely’s voice was laced with sarcasm, the question seemingly unrelated to Danielle's tirade.

Danielle hesitated.

Cicely stepped closer. "Whether or not he likes me is his business. And what are you to lecture me? Suddenly clinging to him after I've laid my claim? Where was your affection for him before?"

"How do you know I didn't..."

"Do you?" Cicely interjected smoothly, "You know what Seth’s like. If you liked him, would things have come to this?"

Caught off guard, Danielle struggled to respond, "What are you implying?"

With a dismissive chuckle, Cicely continued, "Do you think he'd tolerate a girl with ulterior motives hanging around him without showing any irritation?"

Realizing what Cicely was suggesting, Danielle laughed mockingly, "Cicely, you really don't know how annoying you are." The implication was clear: Seth was fed up with Cicely.

Cicely's gaze drifted, recalling the impatience in Seth's voice, and she nodded, "It seems he really is quite bothered by me."

Danielle scoffed, her smile tinged with scorn.

Cicely returned the look with amusement. "As you say, if he's annoyed by me because he knows about my feelings, what does his indifference towards you signify? Affection? If that's how he shows he likes someone, then I suppose, in his eyes, everyone but me is worth his affection."

Danielle's lips tightened at the barb.

Clutching a throw pillow from the couch, Cicely brushed her freshly washed hair behind her shoulders, her pale, beautiful face glowing in the lamplight.

"So, Danielle, what exactly are you trying to prove? That Seth's choice makes you better than me? What's bothering you so much inside? Has the Ellis family treated you so differently? What's with this secret competition?"

Creighton's brow furrowed slightly at his daughter's words.

Danielle, stung as if by a wasp, retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Nonsense? Perhaps. Ask yourself if I'm wrong then."

Danielle bit her lip hard. "Cicely, don't pin your baseless accusations on me to justify your own 'noble' feelings. No one's a fool here. And don't be so sure of yourself, thinking everyone should like you."

"I don’t care if anyone besides Seth likes me." Cicely retorted with an air of indifference, her languid eyes suddenly turning icy, "If you insist on poking the bear, Danielle, let me remind you once more, all of P City knows I'm the pampered princess of the Ellis clan. I've never faced a slight in my life. Whether I'm seen as an imperious brat, or as a spoiled drama queen, my family raised me this way, not to be trampled on. If I have to suffer the slightest injustice, you all will pay a price a thousandfold. So before you do anything that involves me, you'd better weigh the consequences if you can handle them."

Her words were nothing short of audacious.

Danielle clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling. Suddenly, she snatched the paper from Cicely's hand.

Cicely didn't bother to hold onto it.

"So you admit you're an arrogant tyrant? Do you think Seth has lost his mind or gone stupid to fancy someone like you? I'd love to see what you'll look like in ten years if you don't end up with him. What kind of face will you wear then?"

After saying her piece, Danielle glared venomously at Cicely.

Cicely stood still for a few seconds, glanced at Creighton but said nothing, and walked over to the couch, tossing a decorative pillow onto it with a huff.