The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2030

Cicely couldn't help but find the irony both amusing and sad

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Seth's dark eyes fixed on her, "He indeed has something very important to deal with."

A slight twitch of Cicely's brows, and a sudden tightening in her chest.

"Is it more important than me disappearing or dying out there?"

Seth's forehead gathered a heavy frown, "You're not going to go missing, nor are you going to die out there. Don't fixate on such impossibilities to pick a fight with me."d2

Cicely's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, "It seems that no matter how you look at it, I'm the one making a fuss, and you're always right."

Seth watched her for a moment before leaning in close, his long fingers tilting her chin, his voice deliberately slowing down.

"Whatever Charlie's got going on has nothing to do with you. You can come to me with anything, not him. You married me, Mrs. Diaz. Are you confused about who you should be relying on, hmm?"

His handsome face was inches from hers, his forehead brushing against her hair, his husky and mellow voice seemingly crafted to beguile women.

Cicely lifted her gaze to the man so close by, her heart tumbling with thoughts—

His words were so sweet.

He had a way of charming people.

He had lowered his stance; what would it mean if she continued to resist?

Suppressing the whirlwind of emotions within her, she lowered her lashes, the long fringe hiding the complex feelings in her eyes that even she found perplexing.

"You're right," Cicely finally said after a long pause, lifting her eyes again with a trace of a warm, soft smile. "Maybe I did get it wrong. Aren't you busy lately? You should head to the office. I've got a headache, I'm going back to sleep."

With that, she pushed him away and yawned herself back into the mound of plush pillows.

Her hair spread out on the pillow. Feeling uneasy, she reached to adjust it but Seth caught her wrist, pinning it aside, and leaned in to give her a thorough kiss, s

imple and deep.

Cicely, caught off guard, didn't even have a chance to struggle.

"Mrs. Diaz, don't you think you should reflect on whether you've been a bit too cold to me lately?"

His hand slid to her neck, cradling her head, his fingertips massaging her scalp.

She squinted slightly, "Shouldn't it be you reflecting on why I might be cold to you?"

Seth's lips twitched into a smile as he nuzzled her lips.

"Maybe it’s because I didn't try hard enough last time, didn't make you remember that taste deeply enough. How about I help you recall that forgotten sensation now, hmm?"

Cicely's eyes fluttered, her squint opening slightly, "If you want your own pleasure, just say so. Does shifting the blame give you more strength during sex?"

Cicely was blunt, in every sense.

Seth looked at her with a smirk, "Aren't you the one who enjoys it more? Have you really forgotten how you clung to me, directing me to go faster, slower, or deeper?"

Cicely's eyes widened in disbelief at the brazen words coming from the refined and handsome man before her.

"You have the nerve to say that?"

Seth reached out and peeled back her nightgown, "We've done it all. What's one more word?"

Seeing that he meant business, Cicely's mind suddenly cleared, "Weren't you busy, about to leave?"

"Mmm," Seth simply flipped back the covers, scooping up a bundle of warm, fragrant softness into his arms, "No matter how busy, I always make time to take care of you."

Cicely struggled, "No need, I don't want you to right now."

"Alright then, it's me who wants you. Just relax, okay?"

He hadn't actually intended to do anything right then.

He'd dressed, aware of the stiff undercurrent between them over the past few days.

The intention and timing were all wrong for such things, b

ut he wanted to ease the tension, to get close to her, to kiss her, and to coax her.

She’s soft, warm, and enchanting in his arms, and just being near her made it hard to resist wanting more.

Cicely thought, a man's sweet talk and a knack for pleasing a woman wasn't such a bad thing.

He knew what women liked to hear, knowing how to make them happy. He was e

fficient and effective, without wasting time and achieving his goals.

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In fact, Seth even calculated the time when making love to her.

He carried her from the bathroom, dressed her in lounge clothes, and then came the knock on the bedroom door.

It was Carly reminding them it was time for breakfast.

Seth had probably instructed Carly the night before to make sure Cicely didn't skip breakfast.

Carly, not quite understanding at first and having witnessed Cicely's morning grumpiness, had since stopped waking her up; even this knock was cautious and tentative.

Seth opened the door, and Carly's relief was all too visible.

Ms. Cicely might be temperamental, but with Mr. Diaz present, it was a different story.

Truly, the right man could tame any wildness.

With a nonchalant "Hmm," Seth turned to beckon Cicely.

"Come on, breakfast."

Cicely lay slantwise on the bed, her gaze on Seth's inviting hand, she drawled lazily, "Not hungry, feeling off, don't wanna eat."

Seth walked over, scooped her up effortlessly, and said, "You have to eat."

Placed in a chair, Cicely slumped with her arms propped on the table.

Her loose lounge clothes revealed a delicate, fair forearm with faint red marks upon it.

Seth pursed his lips.

She was too delicate.

Her responses were always the most intense.

In pain, she'd hit him, cry out quaveringly.

In pleasure, she'd coil up, holding him and making the most alluring and bold sounds.

Although he was always careful not to hurt her, i

t was she who knew how to break his restraint.

He pushed the bowl of oatmeal towards her, "Eat up, then you can go back to sleep."

"I've got no strength," she said weakly, her eyes pleading, "What now?"

Her words weren't explicit, but the meaning was clear enough.

Carly grinned and slipped back into the kitchen.

Seth cast a casual glance at her and picked up a spoon, scooping up a bit of oatmeal and bringing it to her lips.

"Open up."

Cicely grinned and leaned in to take the oatmeal into her mouth.

"Just a spoonful of oatmeal and you're acting like it's ambrosia?" Seth remarked with a touch of irritation in his voice, though a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Who needs ambrosia when I have this delicious bowl of oatmeal right now?" Cicely teased, inching closer to him, her lazy smile alluring in its warmth. "Will I get the chance to enjoy this again?"

Seth's lips curved into a smirk as he fed her another spoonful, “I'm not just sleeping with you this one time.”

Cicely was speechless.

After they finished eating, Seth carried Cicely back to bed.

He leaned over to steal a kiss, straightening her hair. "Get some more sleep. Don't bother bringing me lunch."