The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1338

Cicely turned around to face Seth. “I was just making room for our guests…”

She suddenly stopped, a surprised smile dancing in her eyes. “Mr. Diaz, I’m not obligated to entertain you, am I?”

Her light smile made her face look truly radiant and beautiful, but it seemed so fake.

“I have things to do, so I’ll be off.” Her smile disappeared as she turned around to put on her boots. Chloe watched as Seth, seated across from her, suddenly stood up. His icy aura filled the room, along with a commanding presence that came with his sudden increase in height. And then he was gone.

At this moment, Damon put his arm around her, gently rubbing her shoulder. Chloe shifted her gaze to his face, letting the shock Seth had caused gradually fade away

Within a few seconds, Cicely had put on her boots and was about to leave when her arm was suddenly grabbed. She turned her head and saw Seth’s gloomy but handsome face.

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes devoid of any laughter, cold and emotionless. “What do you want?”

‘Dinner.”

Cicely found it a bit amusing. “I have no reason to starve myself.”

“Then eat!”

could hear the weight behind his words, sounding like they could create a hole

pale from the pain, completely shattered her patience. “I told you I had things to do. Are you sure

his narrow eyes deep and unreadable, devoid of any emotion, his expression dark. “Are you sure you want

things to do. Did you not hear, or did you not

as an iceberg. Despite their short time working in this apartment, they had not seen these two owners

two hard to serve? If it was just one of them present, not really. They were actually quite easy to serve. But once both of them appeared in the house it

to outsiders, she was just a secret lover. But as a lover, she was taken care of by Mr. Diaz and only

like a mistress, and Mr. Diaz didn’t

like something a lover

could hear it, and so could

tried to move her arm, but each time she moved, Seth’s grip tightened. The pain was unbearable. Cicely’s face grew palér and paler, sweat appearing on the tip of her nose, shining brightly

his grip a bit. Feeling Cicely trying to pull her hand back, he tightened his grip

Cicely off before she could speak, his voice surprisingly patient.

servants in the living room only dared to wipe the cold sweat off their

temper over a small thing, but he would not care about

about how to express her anger in a more gentle way, to save some dignity for her guests

Damon’s embrace. “Since we’re all here, why don’t we all have dinner