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?”

no matter the time or place. When she smiled, her eyelids curved slightly forming a crescent shape, as if her eyes were brimming

her gaze. His expression wavered slightly, then

get so

“I wasn’t…”

up, “Good

Good then…

this some kind of

he would pursue her, even willing

her slender figure, a cold light flickering in

and headed towards the restroom.

“Seems like my charm is still pretty strong,

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chuckled helplessly. He knew it would end up like

always full of

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

restroom.

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

the restroom, washed her hands, then lightly massaged her

her skin. She rested one hand on the washbasin, staring at

the sound of

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

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

Cicely passed it, Seth was leaning against the wall, a slim white

but the gloom

as quiet, seemingly only inhabited by

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

here. She stopped momentarily when she

she quickly averted

in a blink of an eye.