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 trifled with. Too many times Yulia felt like he’d nearly

art of gentleness was something she

familiar kick from an impatient

her eyes.

the room, but she didn’t

her, his broad, warm palm sneaking under the

on her skin.

to pay

his hand away and propped herself against his shoulder, catching her breath as she opened her eyes

at him. “I’m

lip and chuckled softly, “Don’t flatter yourself. Even if you wanted me now,

me.”

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

her

she remembered she hadn’t eaten at all. Now that

eagerly joined the conversation. Her stomach

flushed, clutched the towel and tried to slide off his lap,

her waist and he picked up a bowl of

“Stay put.”

“I’m hungry

up a bite and fed it

reluctantly accepted and

bite himself.

lots of food, knowing Nathan’s

alternated between feeding himself and Yulia.

Yulia was full and refused more food, but Nathan stubbornly fed her

before giving up.

in her,

in the bathroom, it was nearly dawn. The tiredness had subsided, but

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

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

flooded with unread documents.

with both body and mind relaxed and not wanting to

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

and drifted off to

—

courtesy of her internal clock. She saw Nathan and stiffened for

relaxing, smiling softly as she lay on his chest, gazing at his

as though he was crafted solely to tempt women.

seemed almost gentle.

reached out and sketched his features in the air, admiring the canvas that should rightfully be shared with

for exploration, but here he was, hers and

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

to be an

Pfft.

into Yulia’s head unexpectedly, and she

a close distance, Nathan woke up as soon as she pressed against his chest.

but feel it had something to

stare at her, he saw that

all giggly this early, huh? Dreaming up some