The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1982

Cicely slowly set down the paper in her hand, rose from the couch, and made her way toward the front door. "Where are you right now?"

Seth was silent for a moment before replying, "Cicely, whatever it is, let’s talk about it in three days."

The door was left ajar. Cicely reached the foyer and halted in her tracks. "Why wait three days?"

After several seconds of silence, she hung up the call and stepped outside. She walked up to the tall, rigid figure standing with his back to the door.

Danielle slammed the trunk of her car shut and turned around, her face freezing as her eyes landed on Cicely.

Cicely forced a smile, her voice laced with a mocking cheer, "Can't we talk now?"d2

Seth, who had been clutching his phone, paused for a second before turning around. He towered over Cicely now, but as he turned, his gaze locked immediately with hers. He knew precisely the angle to catch her eyes.

Cicely faced him with a small smile, her tone neither warm nor fiery as she looked up at him.

He squared his shoulders, looked at her indifferently, and asked flatly, "What brings you out here?"

Cicely blinked, chuckled softly, and glanced at Danielle approaching from behind, raising an eyebrow. "Should I escort her?"

That was a laugh. Everyone knew Cicely and Danielle were at odds. So much so that even if today were Danielle’s funeral, Cicely might not bother to show up.

Now, just for Danielle moving out, Cicely coming to see her off? Even a fool wouldn't believe it. Clearly, Seth didn't either.

Cicely laughed outright, "Don’t believe me?" It was evident her mood was anything but light, contrary to her facade.

"Just like I don’t buy the too-busy-for-you boyfriend suddenly having time to personally pick up my nemesis." Each of Cicely's words dripped with biting sarcasm.

Danielle disliked Cicely, and every flaw of hers was magnified in Danielle's eyes. "Cicely, can you drop the sarcasm?"

"Sarcasm?" Cicely gave her a dismissive glance, "Compared to you, I’m tame. Can’t handle it? Then you should realize just how annoying you usually are."

"You..."

"You get in the car." Seth’s voice, deep and icy, cut through the tension. Though he faced Cicely, Danielle knew the command was for her.

Biting her lip, Danielle moved to the passenger side door and opened it.

"Danielle, wait." Cicely's sudden call halted her.

Turning around, Danielle saw Cicely step past Seth toward her, "Even if he’s decided to take you today, you don't have the right to sit shotgun, got it?"

The humiliation surged through Danielle, "Cicely, you're going too far!"

Cicely's lips twisted into a mocking smile, her beautiful eyes cold, "This is too far? Danielle, just being near you without an incident makes me feel like I’m the most benevolent person on earth. A slap is all you got. Do you see how magnanimous I am?"

Danielle stepped back, wary.

Seth turned, his gaze falling on the handprint still visible on Danielle’s face, and his eyes darkened. "Get in the car."

His voice, colder now than before, prompted Danielle to fully open the door. Cicely's smile was replaced by an icy expression as she stepped forward, only to be grabbed by Seth. She watched Danielle take the passenger seat.