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!

didn’t have the energy to notice the commotion around her. She could barely take care of herself, let alone bother

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

Seth’s cold, angry handsome face, she managed to muster a weak smile

Diaz, how’s your girlfriend

grip tightening on

“Ocely!”

sounded like he wanted to

you off, have I? If you need to buy booze… please put it on my tab

coldness in Seth’s eyes made everyone at the bus stop

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

to the edge of an advertisement sign, “No, I’m not

barely had any strength left.

drag her away, but Cicely was exuding a strong sense of resistance. Her pale, feeble face even had a hint of hurt and weakness..

to go to

try to please him to avoid going to the

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

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

“Cicely!”

pooled together and slid towards her wrist. Fear

touch me, let

for a moment before finally losing control and letting out a

and she

gentleness replaced with an icy demeanor. He scooped her up, intending to go to the hospital, but remembering her intense resistance, he decided to return

were doctors at

pain came from his chest, be looked