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

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

didn’t meet her gaze. His expression wavered slightly, then

why did you get so pissed just now?”

“I wasn’t…”

up, “Good then.”

Good then…

of approval, or

she hoped he would pursue

slender figure, a cold light flickering in

headed

laughed carefreely, “Seems like my charm is still pretty strong, huh?”

ཅ རྗ ཧ ཕེ༤ ཅན

He knew it

always full of

to Dewey and toast him.

restroom.

she passed the security corridor, the noise from the hall gradually faded. With her departure, all sounds disappeared. She let

restroom, washed her hands, then lightly massaged her temples with her

touched her skin. She rested one hand on the washbasin, staring at the water droplets scattered on it, lost in

quiet, with only the sound of

hands. She didn’t bother drying them with paper towels or a hand dryer, just lightly shook them dry before

outside. She felt a chill on her hands, and a shiver

was leaning against the wall, a slim white cigarette between his fingers.

but the gloom

as quiet, seemingly only

day. Probably to let

expect to run into him here. She stopped momentarily when she spotted

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

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