The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1954

In the end, Seth lugged the paper bag filled with medicine upstairs from the coffee table. The medicines bought by the Ellis Family's princess couldn't be any less effective.

By the next day, the bruising had faded significantly, turning a pale yellow. He skipped breakfast to avoid another lecture from Patty at the dining table. But at the school gates, Seth almost ran into Cicely at the exact same spot as yesterday.

Cicely handed him an insulated lunch box. "I figured you wouldn't have the patience to sit through Patty's nagging. And even if you've already eaten, make sure you finish all of this."

Every expression of concern from her was delivered with an attitude that made it hard to appreciate.

"Cicely, mind your own business," Seth replied, his gaze subtly shifting away from the faint mark still visible on her wrist. She was delicate, that was for sure.

Cicely looked up, with a light yet vibrant smile on her face. "Do you think I'm not doing as well as everyone else?"d2

Seth didn't respond, but Cicely took his wrist, pushing the lunch box into his hands. "Make sure you eat it all," she insisted.

She didn't linger, knowing Seth was a man of few words. Despite her desire to stick around him, she decided against it. She wasn't interested in being the center of attention at the school entrance.

Clutching the insulated box, Seth watched her climb into her car. At sixteen, Cicely was already tall and slender, with a radiant complexion and soft, perfect skin. She had certainly grown up a lot since he first met her.

For the past couple of days, she had been unusually well-behaved. He had expected her to make a fuss about him tutoring Danielle, but she hadn't said a word. Seth frowned slightly and walked into the school with the lunch box in hand.

After school, Danielle rushed to her appointment, and as soon as she got into the car, she noticed Cicely leaving with Joel, getting into Cicely's personal ride.

Danielle's face twitched with a hint of sarcasm, but as the car pulled away, she turned her attention back to her own matters. Arriving at the university campus, Danielle headed straight for the library, where Seth was already seated at his usual spot, immersed in a book.

"Seth, is your arm feeling better?" she asked timidly.

"Yeah," was his curt reply, not even looking up from his reading.

Danielle had never known how to get along with Seth. He was too aloof and distant, and his lack of words could be seen as perfunctory every time. And that was when he bothered to humor her at all; more often than not, he couldn't be bothered.

She bit her lip and silently took out her homework, working on it quietly. She would do what she could, and leave the rest for Seth to explain later. That was their unspoken agreement, minimizing their interaction.

She didn't expect much patience from him. Since she had fallen behind yesterday, today's workload was heavier, and their interaction, albeit strictly academic, was slightly more frequent.

As the tutoring session came to an end, Seth stood up and handed the lunch box to Danielle. "Take this back with you."

She looked puzzled. "What is this?"

Seth didn't reply, just turned to return his book.

Danielle picked up the lunch box, her expression souring. There was no doubt it was from the Ellis household. As for who gave it to Seth, she had a pretty good guess.

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Back at the Ellis residence, Cicely arrived home later than Danielle. After studying, Danielle had hoped to invite Seth for dinner, but unsurprisingly, he had declined.

As she sat in the dining room, Cicely walked in. Creighton asked if she had eaten, and Cicely confirmed she had dinner with friends at a restaurant.

Cicely set down her backpack and went to pour herself a glass of water. She noticed Danielle dining alone, with a plate of pasta and several side dishes spread out on the table.

What a fancy life.

Danielle hadn't finished her pasta before setting down her fork. "Seth asked me to bring the lunch box back. When did you give him lunch?"

Cicely paused in her drinking, leaned back against the fridge, and offered a barbed smile. "Is that any of your business?"

Danielle's face darkened. "I just don't want you to be an unnecessary bother to Seth."

Cicely let out a mocking laugh. "He ate all the food I sent, so it doesn't seem to bother him. Don't play games and stir up trouble. If you're trying to be a manipulative little bitch, pick the right person."

Danielle abruptly stood up. "Cicely, don't push it!"

The smile faded from Cicely's face. "Danielle, don't push your luck. You've repeatedly ignored my warnings. I'm letting it go for Seth's sake, for the sake of the Ellis family. My concession is not an invitation for you to disrespect me like you're doing now. Did he send you with the box to tell me I'm a bother? Is being called a manipulative little bitch too harsh to hear?"

She took a sip of water and slammed the glass down on the table. "Why don't we go straight to his place and clear this up with him?"

Danielle paled and bit her lip harder.

Seeing her reaction, Cicely sneered. "If you're going to play the part, at least take the criticism gracefully. I've seen plenty like you. If you want to up your game, you might learn a thing or two from the Summers' second daughter. She knows more tricks than you could dream of."

In the Ellis family, Danielle had learned to be the perfect rich girl.

Manners, poise, cultural refinements... none of these lessons prepared her for a wild card like Cicely. She couldn't handle Cicely's unconventional ways, and some things she just couldn't bring herself to say.

Deep down, she despised Cicely. Even though Cicely was still the well-known princess of the Ellis family, Danielle had never thought Cicely worthy of the title of high society lady. Danielle believed time would prove everything.

"Don't get too full of yourself, Cicely. If you don't change your ways, not just Seth, no man will put up with your nonsense."

With a light chuckle, Cicely playfully said, "Sounds like you're really concerned about me. If I stayed this way, shouldn't you be over the moon?"

Creighton had hurried over at the sound of their spat. Cicely smoothed her hair and shot her a cold, mocking glance, "You think you're the type to offer me redemption? Aren't you just waiting for me to fall flat on my face?"

Danielle's lips turned white as she clenched her fists on the dining table.

Yes. She was right! The worse Cicely's life was, the happier Danielle would be.

"Dad, do you want some water?" Cicely linked her arm through Creighton's and headed out of the kitchen.

Creighton was at his wit's end with their interactions. If Cicely didn't bring it up, he saw no point in mentioning it either. Their arguments, though heated, never escalated beyond words. He believed they both knew their limits.