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

her eyelids curved slightly forming a crescent shape, as if her eyes were brimming with laughter.

His expression wavered slightly, then he murmured, “How could I

you get so pissed just now?”

“I wasn’t…”

straightened up, “Good

Good then…

kind of approval, or

A hint that she hoped he would pursue her, even willing

a cold light flickering in his eyes.

and headed towards the restroom.

my charm is still pretty strong,

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chuckled helplessly. He knew it would

was always full

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

restroom.

faded.

her hands, then

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

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

drying them with paper towels or a hand dryer, just

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

was leaning against the

face, but the gloom in his eyes

as quiet, seemingly only inhabited by him.

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

him here. She stopped momentarily

she quickly averted her gaze

this happened in a blink of