The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1049

He swung the door open to the private room, and amidst the chaos, he could still pick out one distinct voice.

He glanced sideways. Cicely was sitting lazily in her chair, facing away from him.

“I’m jobless and broke now. If you guys know of any good gigs, give me a heads up.”

“You’ve been pampered since you were a kid, there ain’t no job that suits you! And besides, you just got out of the slammer. Who’d dare to hire you?”

Cicely was spoiled rotten. Her demeanor and looks were enough to turn anyone green with envy.

In school, she was always one of a kind, full of herself, and didn’t give a damn about anyone. Now that she’d hit a rough patch, there were loads of folks having a good laugh at her expense behind her back..

Everyone had a few drinks tonight, so their tongues were let loose.

The idea of a woman going to prison was mind–boggling to everyone present.

There was an awkward silence that fell over the table.

Yet Cicely seemed unfazed, and nodded thoughtfully, “Hmm…you’re right.”

At this point, one of her classmates tried to break the ice, “Cicely, are you hinting at something? Dewey, this is your thing to handle.”

“Yeah, yeah, Dewey, your time to shine!”

“If Cicely marries Dewey, and becomes the high and mighty wife of his, she’ll be rolling in dough, right? Why bother finding a job?”

Dewey’s expression was a bit frosty, his voice dropping a notch.

“Quit messing around.”

Cicely turned to look at him, then suddenly leaned in close, grinning cheekily.

disgusted by

always stunning, no matter the time or place. When she smiled, her eyelids curved

wavered slightly, then he murmured, “How could I be?”

why did you get so

“I wasn’t…”

up, “Good then.”

Good then…

this some kind of approval, or a

she hoped he would pursue her, even willing to become his wife in

slender figure, a cold light flickering in his

turned and headed towards the restroom.

laughed carefreely, “Seems like my charm is still pretty

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helplessly. He knew it would end up like this….

always full

opportunity to butter up to Dewey and toast him. Dewey was stuck, and Cicely got

restroom.

gradually faded.

then lightly massaged her temples with her cold fingers.

some clarity to her muddled mind when they touched her skin. She rested one hand on the

of her

faucet again to rinse her hands. She didn’t bother drying them with paper towels or a hand dryer, just

wind blew outside. She felt a chill on her hands, and

a smoking area. As Cicely passed it, Seth was leaning against the wall, a slim white cigarette between his

handsome face, but the gloom in his eyes was

quiet, seemingly

the banquet hall earlier that day. Probably to let the guests enjoy themselves, there were no strict restrictions on smoking areas

him here. She stopped momentarily when she spotted

wasn’t seeing things, she quickly averted

a blink of an eye.