The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 2075

Chapter 2075

Seth's stern visage was frosted over, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel of hissleek black sedan. The incessant buzzing of his phone on the passenger seat was a nuisance hehad no intention of entertaining.

His car sliced through the city, finally halting outside a grand estate on the outskirts, the gates slowlyparting as if sensing his arrival. The mansion's lights burst on, illuminating the opulence that couldonly be described as resplendent.

He drove through the gates, pulling up to the front door where a figure waited, deferential in theirgreeting. "Mr. Diaz."

Seth remained silent, striding into the mansion.

The place was a beacon of light, immaculately clean, as if preserved in time from the day she left.She had overseen every detail, handpicked the furniture, and designed the layout. It was nearlyready for them to move in, just a month shy of completion, yet three years had passed without herreturn.

Once unfamiliar with the surroundings, Seth now navigated the halls with ease. He ascended thestaircase, the servants closing the doors behind him, boiling water but not daring to disturb himupstairs.d2

She had even selected the bedroom's bedding, a solid sea blue. He shed his coat, intending to liedown as he always did, but his arm was bleeding. He paused, sat down on the floor, leaning againstthe bed, his gaze fixed on the moonlight outside the window as he sought to quell the restlessnessin his heart.

This was their home.

For three years, no matter how busy, if he was in the city, he made sure to return here, to thewoman he imagined would always be waiting—his wife. The least he could do as a husband was tocome home at night.

And so, he returned to the room that should have belonged to them both.

Still, he clung to a hope.

Three yearsg.

She would have to come out eventually, right?

When she did appear before him, it felt like another interminable wait had just begun. Would shedestroy everything in the house, or perhaps set the entire estate ablaze with her fiery temperament?

That wouldn't do. Absolutely not.

Time stretched on until a knock on the door pulled Seth from his reverie. "Who is it?"

"Mr. Diaz, it's me."

Charlie's voice was soft from the hallway. Seth frowned, realizing it was ten o'clock. He had beensitting there for two hours.

"What is it?" The voice came out of the closed room, dark and dull.

Charlie hesitated before speaking, "Ms. Danielle is in the hospital. She's been injured on set andrefuses to cooperate with the doctors."

Before Charlie could continue, the door swung open.

"Mr. Diaz..."

With a darkened expression, Seth moved past him, "To the hospital."

Seth put on his jacket as he walked away, and Charlie's expression changed drastically when hesaw the blood seeping out of Seth's arm.

"Your arm..."

"We'll talk at the hospital."

Charlie sprung into action, descending the stairs to fetch the car. On the passenger seat, Seth'sphone lay abandoned, now being charged by Charlie. "It died. Ms. Danielle's assistant couldn'treach you, so they contacted me."

"Mhm."

Seth responded curtly, ignoring the constant ringing of his phone, knowing it was Danielle's peopleon the other end. The phone must have shut down due to their persistent calls.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Danielle was vehemently refusing the doctors' attempts to treat herinfection, insisting on a shower despite her fever and pale lips.

Seth entered, and Danielle's tears began to flow at the sight of him. "Why are you here?"

His frown deepened as he looked at her, "Do you have to cause a scene every time you're sick, tothe point of exhausting everyone around you?"

Feverish and barely coherent, Danielle had stubbornly waited for him, and he had come, after all.

Her assistant, worn out by her antics, turned to Seth in relief, "Mr. Diaz, Danielle's wound isinfected, and she insists on showering before it's dressed."

His voice turned icy, "Stop being foolish."

Danielle wiped away a tear, defiant, "Is wanting to be clean now considered foolish? I've fallen intodirty water countless times on set, exposed to all kinds of bacteria, and no one cared. Now I want ashower to feel clean, and you call it foolishness?"

Seth's brows furrowed further, "Get dressed first, then you can clean up."

"No."

She refused outright, and his patience waned, "Danielle, don't test my limits."

Her heart tightened, tears flowing more freely, "You've been here less than two minutes, and youthink I'm already testing your patience?"

A mocking laugh escaped her, her tearful eyes laced with scorn. "Or perhaps someone else hasalready ground down your patience, so now you're taking it out on me?"

No names were mentioned, but the insinuation was clear.

Charlie, sensing the tension, interjected cautiously, "Ms. Danielle, Mr. Diaz was injured, and hecame straight to you before getting treated."

A flicker of surprise crossed Danielle's face as she noticed his arm, then seemingly out of strength,she collapsed onto the bed.

Injured? How could he be injured just after returning from abroad? It could only be the wound hesustained trying to save Cicely. And now she was expected to feel sympathy for a man injured whilesaving another woman?

Bitter laughter filled the room as the doctor stepped forward to treat Danielle's wound. This time,she said nothing, her gaze a mixture of emotions as she stared at Seth. "Where is she now?"

Charlie's heart skipped a beat. The question seemed too late. Hadn't Cicely been living in EmeraldValley Estates for quite some time now? The thought of spilling the beans now and stirring up atempest was the last thing anyone needed.

Seth pursed his lips, gazing at her with a weighty silence that filled the space between them.

"You didn't rush her to this hospital, did you? After all, when you found out she was hurt, you werefrantic, scooping her up and dashing off. This has to be the place, right?"

"It was you who sent her tumbling down."

Seth's voice was deep, a hint of a storm brewing in his eyes as he locked gazes with Danielle.

One couldn't tell if he was simply lamenting about cleaning up the mess Danielle had inadvertentlycaused, or if he was mentally bookmarking this incident for a future reckoning. The fine linebetween the two intentions was as blurred as the mist on a cliff's edge.