The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2072

Seth's gaze dropped slowly and fixated on her face, the dark pools of his eyes holding a deep, chilling stillness. His expression was unreadable, yet an unsettling wave of icy austerity seemed to emanate from his tall frame.

"Dirty?"

Cicely lowered her eyes and repeated, "Yeah, I just put on a new dress, and I don't want to be covered in stains right away."

There was a slight pause in Seth's brow, then Cicely urged again. "Put me down."

At that moment, the doctor who had been quietly observing finally spoke up. "Mr. Diaz, shouldn't we take care of your arm first? I see there's blood on your sleeve."

A flash crossed Seth's eyes, the cool gaze that had been resting on Cicely suddenly warmed with a hint of a smile. When he spoke again, his voice, usually steeped in indifference and depth, carried a trace of pleasure. "I don't think I got any on your dress."d2

Cicely frowned, "I don't like the way you smell."

With an almost imperceptible smile of his lips, Seth turned and gently placed her back on the bed. "Sit tight. Wait for me."

Cicely turned her head away. "You can treat your wound here. I can go out on my own."

"Who said I'm going to treat my wound?" Seth's voice was laced with amusement, tightening Cicely's frown even more as she turned to give him a cold stare, only to meet his handsome features softened by a shallow smile.

He was also shedding his clothes to better hold her. The suit jacket he'd opened for convenience was discarded to the side, revealing a white shirt smeared with blood on the right sleeve.

Cicely involuntarily scrunched her brow. She hadn't been injured this badly when she was pulled up from the cliff, so how come he ended up looking like this? Was it really necessary?

Seth didn't take off the shirt. After calling Charlie on his cell phone to prepare a clean set of clothes, he simply slipped his right arm out of its sleeve.

Cicely sat on the bed while Seth took a seat in the nearby chair, his left side facing her, so she couldn't see the extent of the damage to his right arm. She only heard the doctor's surprised exclamation, "How did it get so bad?"

Cicely glanced at him, her gaze finally resting on his shoulder.

"It looks like it was impaled by something sharp and rough, not treating it immediately could lead to infection and pus, and there's even a high risk of necrosis in the entire right arm."

Cicely's fingers trembled slightly on her lap.

"Do you treat patients with your mouth?" Seth glared at the doctor, his cold face carrying a warning. The doctor quickly shut up and silently began cleaning Seth's wound.

Cicely sat on the bed, the intermittent scent of blood and antiseptic wafting over, as blood-soaked gauze after gauze was tossed into the trash can beside her.

No sooner had the sound faded than the door opened, and Charlie walked in carrying two bags. One held a shirt and the other a suit jacket.

As if the wound on his arm didn't hurt, Seth dressed himself, adjusted his clothes without showing any signs of pain. Once he was fully dressed, Seth turned to her, looking fresh and untroubled as he approached. "Still dirty?"

Dirty?

The brand-new, expensive shirt and suit were crisp and impeccable, far from any notion of "dirty."

Cicely didn't answer his question, but instead pushed herself off the bed to stand.

Seth's dark eyes followed her, blocking her path, unmoving. "Move aside. I want to leave."

Seth stayed put, his voice low and raspy as it slowly filled the room, "Can I hold you now?"

Cicely's brow furrowed, and she glared at him. "Have you never held a woman in your life?"

Seth nodded faintly, hummed an acknowledgment.