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.

you disgusted by me?”

she smiled, her eyelids curved slightly forming a crescent shape, as if

her gaze. His expression wavered slightly, then he murmured,

get so pissed just

“I wasn’t…”

straightened up, “Good then.”

Good then…

of approval, or a statement?

would pursue her, even

cold

headed towards the restroom.

like my charm is still pretty

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knew it

always full of

up to Dewey and toast him. Dewey was

restroom.

the noise from the hall gradually faded. With her departure, all sounds disappeared. She let out

restroom, washed her hands, then lightly massaged her

her skin. She rested one hand

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

hands. She didn’t bother drying them with

chill on her hands, and

Seth was leaning against the wall, a slim white cigarette

face, but the gloom in his eyes was still

as quiet, seemingly only inhabited

day. Probably to let the guests enjoy themselves, there were no strict restrictions on smoking areas today.

here. She stopped momentarily

she wasn’t seeing things, she quickly averted

this happened in a blink of