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 care of herself,

her feet, she had to force

face, she managed to

your girlfriend doing?”

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

“Ocely!”

sounded like he wanted to swallow her

you off, have I? If you need to buy

Mansion, the coldness in Seth’s eyes made everyone at the bus stop involuntarily step

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

sign, “No, I’m not going to the

had any

easily drag her away, but Cicely was exuding a strong sense of resistance. Her pale, feeble face even

go to the

fell sick, she would try to please him to avoid going to the hospital,

her eyes locked onto Seth’s hand gripping her wrist. The dampness in her palm was persistent, each time blood seeped out from between her fingers, she

Don’t touch me!” she struggled, but there

“Cicely!”

and slid towards

me, let go

struggled for a moment before finally losing control and letting out a piercing scream, almost on the verge of breakdown:

and she

an icy demeanor. He scooped her up, intending to go to the hospital, but remembering her intense resistance,

doctors at home too.

from his chest, be looked