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

time or place. When she smiled, her eyelids

meet her gaze. His expression wavered slightly, then

why did you get so pissed

“I wasn’t…”

straightened up, “Good then.”

Good then…

kind of

that she hoped he would pursue her, even willing

her slender figure, a cold light

and headed towards the restroom.

“Seems like my charm

༈ ༀ ï ཅ རྗ

He knew it would end up like

was always full of surprises.

butter up to Dewey and toast him. Dewey was stuck, and

restroom.

the noise from the hall gradually faded. With

hands, then lightly massaged her temples

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

quiet, with only the sound of her clothes rustling as she massaged her temples.

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

a chill on her hands, and a shiver passed through her body, making her head clear

it, Seth was leaning against the wall, a

face, but the gloom in his

restroom was just as quiet, seemingly only

banquet hall earlier that day. Probably to let the guests enjoy

expect to run into him here. She

wasn’t seeing things, she quickly averted her gaze and

happened in a blink