The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

No freaking way!

Nathan blinked. Pinching Anya’s chubby cheeks, he teased, “Come on, my little munchkin, flash me another smile.”

But Anya was having none of it at this point.

The little girl was at that age where she needed constant praise, and after Nathan had offhandedly called her ugly,

she was a mix of hurt, angry, and pouty. Smiling was the last thing on her mind.

With her lips pursed and brows furrowed, she twisted her little shoulders away, wanting nothing to do with Nathan.

“Hey, look at that temper,” Nathan chuckled, genuinely puzzled about who she might have gotten that from.d1

Yulia? He rarely, if ever, saw Yulia throw a tantrum. Thinking about it, Yulia seemed mostly well-behaved. But ever

since that Ronald started hogging the spotlight, he began to suspect that Yulia was not as innocent as she seemed.

Raising an eyebrow, Nathan scratched Anya’s chin playfully. “Are you going to smile or what?”

“Hmph, Nathan, you’re annoying.”

Nathan grinned, scooping Anya up in his arms. “If you won’t smile, then so be it. I don’t have much of a memory for

my brother’s grins anyway. I’ll ask him about it tomorrow.”

Carrying Anya out, they were met by Carly in the living room, who quickly said, “Dinner’s all warmed up. Should I

call Yulia to join us?”

Nathan hoisted a moody Anya onto his shoulder. “No need, I’ll bring something up to her in a bit.”

Anya, initially nervous high up on Nathan’s shoulder, clung to his head for dear life. Once she was sure he wouldn’t

drop her, her fears dissolved into giggles, the previous insult forgotten.

Carly watched Anya’s happiness spread and couldn’t help but smile with relief.

“I’ll go get ready then. Anya should be going to bed soon. You guys eat, and I’ll take care of her.”

Nathan nodded, and Anya, now addicted to the fun of riding on his neck, wriggled and laughed even more.

“You aiming for the stars or what?” He gripped her tightly, playfully swaying her back and forth, which made her

cling to him, laughing and screaming.

After a few minutes, Nathan’s feeling of unease grew. “All right, that’s enough. Time to get ready for bed.”

He set Anya down on the couch as Carly came out with a tray of food. Taking the tray from Carly, Nathan glanced

at Anya, who was now curled up in a ball on the couch. “Make sure you sleep tight, you hear?”

Anya pouted and huffed but said nothing.

Upstairs, Yulia was sprawled out in bed, too tired to move a muscle.

with his appetite and build, was not a man to be

of gentleness was something she wished she could

door opened with a familiar kick from an impatient foot. Yulia’s eyelids fluttered but she

her eyes.

she didn’t mind. However, she couldn’t

her, and his kisses trapped her, his broad, warm palm sneaking

on her skin.

had to pay attention

herself against his shoulder, catching her breath as

at him. “I’m

chuckled softly, “Don’t flatter yourself.

me.”

back, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to the sofa by the window, where

her on his

Yulia saw the food on the coffee table, she remembered she hadn’t eaten at all. Now that food

eagerly joined the conversation. Her stomach grumbled on

snorted with laughter. Yulia, face flushed, clutched the towel and tried to slide

he picked up a bowl of

“Stay put.”

protested, “I’m hungry too. I want to

forked up a bite and fed it

reluctantly accepted and

himself. After she

of

Nathan alternated between feeding himself and Yulia. Of course, he

refused more food,

before giving up.

food in her, Yulia’s fatigue

quick shower in the bathroom, it was nearly dawn. The

had taken their toll. Once back in bed, she

day. At the company, his brother was hardly

flooded with unread documents.

both body and mind relaxed and not wanting to leave the comfort of his bed, he skimmed through

on his phone. With a rough idea in mind, he tossed the phone aside,

and drifted

—

of her internal clock. She saw Nathan and stiffened for

lay on his chest,

such a devilish charm, it was as though he was crafted solely to tempt women. In his

seemed almost gentle.

the air, admiring the canvas that should rightfully

exploration, but here he was, hers and hers alone. At

into a wider grin. He pretended

to be an innocent

Pfft.

Yulia’s head

as soon as she pressed

feel it had

to stare at her, he saw that indeed,

huh? Dreaming up some R-rated scenarios