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.

was not a man to be trifled with. Too

art of gentleness was something she wished she

bedroom door opened with a familiar kick from an

her eyes.

the room, but she didn’t mind. However, she couldn’t ignore it when Nathan’s

his broad, warm palm

on her skin.

to pay attention

pushed his hand away and propped herself against his shoulder, catching her breath as

at him.

flatter yourself. Even if you wanted

me.”

in a towel, and carried her to the

her

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

stomach eagerly joined the conversation.

towel and tried to slide off his

her waist and he

“Stay put.”

hungry too. I want to

forked up a bite and fed it

reluctantly accepted and

a bite himself. After she finished, he

of food,

meal, Nathan alternated between feeding himself and

full and refused more food,

before giving up.

some food in her, Yulia’s

was nearly dawn. The tiredness had subsided, but her internal

recent exertion, had taken their toll. Once back in bed, she fell asleep

had been distracted all day. At the company, his brother was hardly managing things, and his inbox

flooded with unread documents.

with both body and mind relaxed and not wanting to leave the comfort

rough idea in mind, he tossed the phone aside, content with

and drifted off

—

day, Yulia woke first, courtesy of her internal clock. She saw Nathan and

relaxing, smiling softly as she lay on his

with such a devilish charm, it was as though he was crafted solely

seemed almost gentle.

the air,

just her. His beauty begged for exploration, but here he was, hers and hers alone. At

lips curve into a wider grin. He pretended to be a playboy,

to be an innocent

Pfft.

popped into Yulia’s head unexpectedly, and she couldn’t suppress a

woke up as soon as she pressed against his

but feel it had something to do with

to stare at her, he saw that

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