The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1953

The servants stood frozen in place, struck dumb by the exchange, their minds wiped clean of their chores. Seth's reaction was as if Cicely's words held him at bay, his body refusing to move.

Cicely arched an eyebrow, retracting her hand to leisurely unscrew the lid of the ointment jar with her slender, pale fingers.

"Honestly, now's the time I'd prefer you not to be obedient," she muttered under her breath. "When you're supposed to listen, you're stubborn as a mule, and when you're not, you freeze up like a damn statue."

She squeezed a dollop of the pale yellow ointment onto her fingertip, reaching out to dab it on the cut at the corner of Seth's mouth. The sting made him tilt his head slightly away.

Cicely looked down at him with an icy gaze, "What got into you earlier? Now you know how to dodge?"

Her mood was far from calm, her anger hardly subsided from the slap she'd delivered earlier. Even so, when she'd raised her hand to hit him, she'd consciously switched to her left, ensuring the blow landed on his unblemished right cheek, sparing the injury on his left.d2

"Cicely, I said I don't need that stuff. Are you deaf, or just looking to defy me at every turn?" Seth turned his face away, rejecting her care.

Cicely's grip tightened, the pain sharper, but she persisted in applying the ointment.

Pinned down on the couch by her, Seth could only tilt his head up, his eyes narrow slits of cold steel. "This is your last warning," he growled. "Stop it and get off me, or forget ever setting foot in the Diaz mansion again."

Cicely paused, her gaze dropping to meet his, contemplative.

"What are you plotting now?" Seth narrowed his eyes further. Her thought process was miles from ordinary; every time her eyes flickered, something off-kilter was bound to follow.

Cicely lifted her hand, twirling the ointment between her fingers, tilting her head with a half-smile, "I'm wondering, how did you threaten Danielle?"

Seth mulled it over for a second, reflecting on Danielle's behavior that day, "Anyone's smarter than you when it comes to knowing what's worth it."

"That just makes me more curious." Cicely freed one hand, casually pulling open Seth's pajama shirt.

His expression changed suddenly, his hand snapping out to catch hers. "Cicely!"

Her gaze swept over his torso, pausing briefly, "I know my name's music to your ears, but could you not chant it like a mantra every time you see me? And if you must, could you at least try to sound a bit more tender?"

There were no serious injuries, just some faint bruises across his chest. But then she frowned, looking down at Seth, "Could you let go? You're hurting me."

With the fine beads of sweat on her delicate nose, and her furrowed brow, it was clear she wasn't lying. His grip on her wrist slackened, and he glanced down to see the red marks his fingers had left. He scowled.

The Ellis family had raised a porcelain doll that couldn't take a touch. Taking advantage of the moment, Cicely smeared a bit more ointment across his chest.

The warm, soft touch made Seth's body tense imperceptibly. For years, no one had been allowed such intimacy with him. Yet, as always, Cicely had claimed all the exceptions for herself.

No matter what he did, she remained unaffected.

Once she finished, Cicely leaned in to blow on the spot she'd treated, intending to let the medicine dry so she could pull his shirt back down. God only knew her ears were burning like they were about to catch fire.

As she exhaled, Seth's body jerked, and before she could register anything else, she was yanked forward and toppled into the plush couch.

Seth stood up, his handsome face contorted with undisguised rage. "Cicely, you're sixteen, not six. Have you no shame?"

Though the couch was soft, Cicely was still dazed from the fall. Regaining her senses, she leaned back, rubbing her wrist, and looked up with a lazy, sultry voice, "So, you've finally figured out I'm not a little kid?" She paused, shifting comfortably, "Makes sense. Half my classmates have had a string of boyfriends by now. How old-fashioned are you to wait until eighteen to start dating?"

Seth was all impatience and irritation. "Get out."

Cicely rose, countering, "I haven't finished with the ointment."

His eyes became menacing slits as he moved closer, stopping at a safe distance. "Is this your idea of affection, always opposing me? There's a limit to self-indulgence, Cicely. Not everything you want can be yours just because you're the Ellis family's daughter. No man likes a woman who never listens."