The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 803

Samuel felt a deep fear gnawing at him

Having worked with Mr Diaz for years, he had only seen this man’s elegance and grace, and even his anger was hidden behind a casual smile. But this rage, this utter fury was something he had never seen before

The aura was overpowering cold and terrifying

He quickly muttered a response and scurried off

Seth stood in place, icy and silent for a moment before he turned around calmly and walked away with determined strides

Cicely was bone tired her aches sending jolts of pain through her nerves. Sweat trickled down her pale, paper–like face

She sat beneath a bus stop sign hands clenched tight, trembling

Her hands were clenched so hard that if she let go now the pain would only get worse. The tighter the grip, the more it’ll hurt when you let go. That was just how it was

She looked terrible bystanders suggesting she get to a hospital, some even offering to take her.

But she refused.

A bus was pulling in when a black Bentley rolled up, blocking the bus lane and stopping!

People around were pissed complaining, but when the man stepped out of the car, everyone fell silent.

A damn good–looking guy, pissed as hell, headed this way. With his vibe, no one dared to challenge him!

have the energy to notice the commotion around her. She could barely take

her feet, she had to force her eyes

Seth’s cold, angry handsome face, she managed

how’s your girlfriend

brows knitted together, his grip tightening on Cicely’s wrist,

“Ocely!”

wanted

Diaz, I haven’t pissed you off, have I? If you need to buy booze… please put it on my tab when you go to No.8 Mansion

the name “No.8 Mansion, the coldness in Seth’s eyes made everyone at the bus stop

Seth didn’t seem to hear, holding Cicely’s wrist and heading towards

advertisement sign, “No, I’m not going to the hospital… Let go

drained, barely had

Cicely was exuding a strong sense of resistance. Her pale, feeble face even had a hint of

want to go

would try to please him to avoid going to the hospital, acting

her palm was

go of me…. Don’t touch me!” she struggled, but

“Cicely!”

blood pooled together and slid towards her wrist. Fear was mounting in Qicely’s eyes.

me, let go

struggled for a moment before finally losing control

limp, and she passed out. –

with an icy demeanor. He scooped her up, intending to go to

were doctors at home

of pain came from his chest, be looked down