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!

around her. She could barely take care of herself, let

yanked back to her feet, she had to force her eyes open to

handsome face, she managed to muster a weak smile

Diaz, how’s your

brows knitted together, his grip tightening on Cicely’s wrist, almost crushing it.

“Ocely!”

he wanted to swallow her

need to buy booze… please put

the coldness in Seth’s eyes made

behind was honking, but Seth didn’t seem to

the edge of an advertisement sign, “No, I’m not going to the hospital… Let go of me!”

was drained, barely had any strength left.

of resistance.

don’t want to go to the hospital…”

like before, when she fell sick, she would try to please him to avoid going to the hospital, acting pitifully.

said, her eyes locked onto Seth’s hand gripping her wrist. The dampness in her palm was persistent, each time

me…. Don’t touch me!” she struggled, but there was no

“Cicely!”

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

touch me, let go of

a moment before finally losing control and letting out

limp, and

her up, intending to go to the hospital, but remembering her intense resistance, he decided to

were doctors at home too.

came from his chest, be looked down to see Cicely biting