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.

appetite and build, was not a man to be trifled with. Too many times Yulia felt

of gentleness was something she wished she could teach

from an impatient foot.

her eyes.

didn’t mind. However, she couldn’t ignore it when

her, and his kisses trapped her, his broad, warm palm sneaking under the covers, causing

on her skin.

to pay

propped herself against his shoulder,

him. “I’m

chuckled softly, “Don’t flatter

me.”

that, he flipped the covers back, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to

with her on

coffee table, she remembered she hadn’t eaten at all. Now that food

conversation. Her

clutched the towel

and he picked up a bowl

“Stay put.”

“I’m hungry too.

a bite and

reluctantly accepted and eventually

her comply and took a bite himself. After she finished, he

prepared lots of

the meal, Nathan alternated between feeding himself and Yulia. Of course, he ate more,

refused more food, but Nathan

before giving up.

her, Yulia’s

quick shower in the bathroom, it was nearly dawn. The tiredness had subsided, but her internal

their toll. Once back in bed, she fell asleep

had been distracted all day. At the company, his brother was

flooded with unread documents.

not wanting to leave the comfort of his bed, he skimmed through

With a rough idea in mind, he tossed the phone

and drifted

—

internal clock. She saw

relaxing, smiling softly as she lay on his

as though he was crafted solely to tempt

seemed almost gentle.

his features in the air,

not just her. His beauty begged for exploration, but here he was,

corners of her lips curve into a wider grin. He pretended

be an innocent

Pfft.

Yulia’s head

up as soon as she pressed against his chest. Now, hearing

help but feel it had

stare at her, he saw

you all giggly this early, huh? Dreaming up some R-rated scenarios