The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 2091

Chapter 2091

"Ms. Cicely, could you please go check on Mr. Diaz?" Charlie asked, with a hint of desperation in hisvoice.

Cicely narrowed her eyes, her frown carrying a chill. "I thought after all his efforts, he was over it,ready to let me go."

Charlie swallowed hard, the comely man's eyes reddening before her. "Yes, Mr. Diaz thought so too.Ms. Cicely, he's been back from abroad for over twenty days now. He hasn't shown up around you,has he?"

A tight sensation gripped Cicely's chest, her fingers curling slightly. After a long silence, she turnedher head aside. "So? What's wrong with him?"

Clutching his fists, Charlie slowly said, "If you go, maybe then we will replace out what's really going onwith him."

Cicely spun around, her gaze piercing as she stared at Charlie. Seconds later, she let out a scoff."You think it's fun to play me?"d2

Charlie took a deep breath, his eyes closed. "Do you really think I'd leave my work, and risk mypaycheck, just to play a trick on you? Ms. Cicely, you're the apple of Mr. Diaz's eye. Would I dare toplay you?"

*

Charlie drove Cicely back to her mansion, her expression colder than the frost on a winter's window.

"He gets you to play the sympathy card just to bring me back home?" she questioned, her tone icy.

Without a word, Charlie drove past the grand gates of Cicely's Mansion and into the adjacent, moreimposing estate. He opened the car door for her, and at the entrance of the villa, a man stoodwaiting. As she approached, he strode forward and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Well done! I've never been so enlightened," he said with a mix of sarcasm and awe.

Cicely frowned at the burly man before her and took a step back. "What's this about?"

Kane sneered, turning to admire the splendid villa. "The house is grand, the decor lavish, but it's allwasted on that asshole living alone."

Cicely's brows knitted even tighter. Kane's crude language was grating to her ears. "Kane," shewarned.

"What? Is it just my language you can't stand, or do you not like hearing Seth called an asshole?"

Cicely's expression turned icy.

Kane took a deep breath. "I'm amazed. To think he'd drive himself to the brink of death over awoman."

Cicely's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Go inside. Could you at least check if that idiot is still alive?"

Usually, Seth was as cunning as a fox, not swayed by hard or soft tactics, except for Danielle.

In the end, it was all a facade.

What they said about Danielle being the one he held dear to his heart and soul was all a lie. He wasjust deliberately deceiving a woman's feelings to make her a willing blood bank.

His methods were damn despicable.

Even if Danielle was a heinous woman, she didn’t deserve this. He should've kept things separate.

How did he convince himself to become such a despicable person?

And now, after all his wrongdoing, he suddenly wanted to be a good man. How idiotic.

"Ms. Cicely," Charlie interjected, pulling her from her thoughts.

She glanced at the villa and pursed her lips. "You two are his trusted assistant and best friend. Idoubt my presence will make things go your way."

Kane suddenly turned, his frown deepening as he looked at her, then he kicked the car beside himin frustration. "For heaven's sake, just try, okay?! What do you want me to do, get down on myknees and beg?"

Kane was known for his carefree, wealthy playboy antics. No one had seen him this crazed or grim.

Her trembling fingers clenched tightly, the pain sharp in her palm. Without another word, shestepped into the villa, Charlie and Kane following.

The familiar design, furniture, and decorations were all her doing.

The living room was empty.

"He's upstairs in the master bedroom," Kane said from behind her. "He's been locked in there forseven or eight days now. At first, he was dealing with business matters, but these past few days,he's shut down completely. Not eating or drinking, acting like a lunatic."

Cicely was called over without any clue of what had happened. Now hearing this, all she could dowas frown deeply. "Not eating or drinking for seven or eight days?"

Kane's face was grim as he gave a dark laugh. "He's been worse, locked away for a month once,surviving on glucose. He's tough."

Cicely's heart clenched, her eyes trembling before she looked up at Kane. Her lips parted as if tospeak, but no sound came out.

Charlie glanced at her, then after a few seconds of silence, took a deep breath and suggested, "Ms.Cicely, I'm sorry we called you here on such a short notice, but now that you are here, maybe wecould talk first."

Cicely's brow twitched involuntarily. "Talk about what. I don't want to know too much."

"Perfect, because I'm curious to hear what's to be said. Let's all listen." A deep, steady voice camefrom the entrance, and everyone turned to see Damon walking in with Chloe.

"Damon! Chloe!" Kane greeted them, though his enthusiasm was lacking.

Charlie nodded respectfully as well.

Cicely's face paled, her grip on her purse tightening as she instinctively stepped back, her desire toflee obvious.

Chloe's gaze had been fixed on Cicely since entering, and upon seeing Cicely's reaction, Chloe'seyes flickered slightly. Standing beside Cicely, Chloe looked into her eyes with an intensity thatseemed to hold her captive. "You followed Charlie here today, so you must have some idea ofwhat's happening, right? Charlie said Seth's not doing well, and you came," Chloe stated, her voicecalm yet commanding.

Cicely's fingers quivered, a flash of vulnerability crossing her face.

“Nobody's trying to twist your arm into forgiving anyone, but you came here to lend a hand, right?You gotta at least hear the guy out before you can actually help, don't you think?”

Cicely didn't want to put on a show in front of Chloe. It was pointless. She knew Chloe was sharp asa tack, a woman who’d weathered many storms. Chloe had clawed her way to where she was bylearning how to read people like a book.

Releasing her clenched, trembling hands, Cicely closed her eyes for a moment and then slowlynodded. "Alright." Cicely gave a wry smile. "Let's hear how rough he's had it over the years."

Chloe’s recent words had struck a chord with everyone present.

In truth, Cicely didn’t hate Seth. She even hoped he was doing well. So her words came off asbravado and denial to the others.

Cicely knew what they were thinking and let out a scoff before moving to sit on the couch. "He's hada tough time, and it breaks your hearts. You're anxious for him to replace forgiveness here, as if my notforgiving him makes me heartless. So, you think, compared to him, I've had it easy these years, andI've got sympathy to spare for him?"

There was silence for a moment.

Damon walked over to Chloe and ushered her to sit beside him on the couch. "If you don't wannahear it, just go upstairs and bring him down. No one's stopping you."

"Damon." Chloe grasped his hand, not in agreement.

But Cicely stayed put. She was supposed to bring him down? Nobody told her she had to!

Seeing Cicely unmoved, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and spoke up.

"Ms. Cicely didn’t want to see him, and he tried everything to spring her from jail, but then all newsof her was locked down tight. Ms. Cicely was determined to serve her time, and at first, he seemedunfazed.

"The media had a field day, claiming he was the one who had her locked up. The online backlashwas relentless. I know Mr. Diaz doesn't care about gossip, but then the financial hardships started.

"Diaz Tower needed a rebuild, but the banks called in their loans. C&P Entertainment was hit hardby public opinion, all contracts with their talent were frozen, production deals were stalled, andmoney was sunk with no returns. Without the funds for Diaz Tower's rebuild or to repay the bankloans, there were sharks circling to buy out Diaz International, including the land Diaz Tower stoodon, offering dirt-cheap prices. Mr. Diaz said the deal wasn't done; he didn't agree, and in the end..."

Charlie paused to collect himself before continuing. "Later on, Mr. Diaz sold the Diaz family estate."

Cicely's eyes flickered involuntarily, and her poised figure on the couch stiffened.

"As you all might know, the Diaz family had lived there for generations. Despite renovations, it wasthe Diaz family's roots. And it sold for a hefty price due to its prime location. But it was nowherenear enough to rebuild Diaz International or pay back the bank. Mr. Diaz worked tirelessly, winingand dining, ending up in the ER several times from overdrinking, just to negotiate with the banksand scrape together enough to start rebuilding the tower we see today.

"The mess at C&P Entertainment wasn't resolved when the Ellis family had a shake-up. Someshareholders banded together, trying to oust the Ellis family from power. Between the overtpressure and underhanded tactics, Mr. Diaz was also wrestling with everyone.

"That year, no, those months, were utter chaos. What I'm telling you is just the tip of the iceberg;there were layers of other problems.

"During that hectic time, I thought the incident with Ms. Cicely going to jail was being forgotten.

"He was too busy, and life was too hard. Mr. Diaz had no spare moment to dwell on unchangeablefacts or a woman who despised him. He was always composed, never mentioning you, evenindifferent when others did. I thought getting past that chaos without a scratch wasn't a bad thing,but two months later, when things started settling down, he began to withdraw, staying away fromthe office, eventually shutting himself in his room. At first, he was still dealing with companypaperwork, but then he stopped caring about that too. I was worried he'd starve, so I shovedglucose and water through his door, reminding him daily to eat and drink.

"It was only later I realized what I thought was transition wasn't. He just hadn't had the time to thinkabout you. Then it hit me, Mr. Diaz fought to keep Diaz International because you wanted it; heintended to present it to you as a wedding gift. He fought for the Ellis family, ignored C&PEntertainment, let it fend for itself.

"I don't know what he was thinking, locked away. Was it guilt over your father and Isaac’s deaths, orwas he feeling your prison sentence was your way of getting back at him, proving how much youhated him? Or was he still figuring out how to be with you again.

"He was holed up for a month, unreachable. If Erik hadn't fallen critically ill, who knows, he might'vedied in that room.”

Cicely slumped into the couch with the same posture as before, but now utterly drained. Her gazewas hollow as she stared at the spotless coffee table. In her clasped hands, now clammy with coldsweat, her fingers twitched unconsciously.

Beside her, Damon frowned. "You didn’t knock the door down?"

Before Charlie could respond, Kane, somewhat agitated, chimed in. "Knock it down? I told you whathappened last time. No sooner had I finished speaking than that jerk opened the door and started

wailing on me without a word. Damn near killed me."

Charlie added, "Everything in here was handpicked by Ms. Cicely, including that door. It was herchoice."

The living room fell silent, five people lost in their thoughts, until Kane let out a snort, breaking thestillness.

After a moment, Charlie glanced at Cicely, who remained impassive, her gaze lowered. He pursedhis lips and said, "I won't go into details, as I suspect Ms. Cicely isn't in the mood to hear more. Butthis time, I think the reason behind all this is still Ms. Cicely. Recently, Mr. Diaz had me lift the travelban that had been placed on her aunt. Ms. Lana has been back for a couple of weeks, and Mr. Diazhas been increasingly agitated. I'm guessing he's worried that you might take your son and leavewith Mrs. Lana."

It was a tug-of-war within him; he wanted her free yet didn't want her to leave.

Chloe's grip tightened ever so slightly, her emotions battling within her. What would happen if thingscontinued this way?

Three years ago, it was Erik who suddenly became seriously ill, and Seth survived for three years toget Danielle's blood.

But what about this time? There wouldn't be another illness, nor any desire for someone else'sblood. So, what to do next?

After much thought, Chloe agreed with Charlie's approach. It was all up to Cicely now.

Chole glanced at Cicely, who hadn't moved an inch, her head still lowered, and her expressionunreadable. Chloe couldn't say anything; after all, it wasn't her place to meddle too much in otherpeople's affairs.

All eyes were on Cicely, waiting for her to make the next move.

Kane was the most impatient, and seeing her unmoved, his brow knitted tightly. "Cicely, you're justgoing to sit there?"

"So what?" Cicely finally responded, lifting her eyes, her face a mask of calm. "He'll come out forme, right? And then what? To prevent this from happening again, should I remarry him?"

Kane blinked.

Damon nodded, "That would be best."

Silence fell over the room.

Kane's mouth fell open, and he gave Damon a thumbs-up. Impressive. Was that sarcasm?

Cicely chuckled, "You think that would work?"

Damon hummed in affirmation, "I do. Your father passed because of his heart condition, and hismother died out of her obsessive love and hatred towards your father. If we must talk aboutgrievances, they stem from issues the older generation failed to resolve, leaving you and Seth asvictims at most."

Her words gave Cicely pause, then she scoffed mockingly, "Mr. Harper sure has a way with shiftingblame."

"It's not about shifting blame, but recognizing the multiple facets of every situation. The mostimportant thing is to choose what makes you happiest. Why trap yourself in the most torturous pathwhen there's a brighter, more liberating choice? Only fools would do that."

Cicely stared him down, the cold smile on her face slowly fading. "All of this started because of hismother. My dad never loved her, and the so-called grievances were her provocations alone."

Damon remained composed, "Yes, exactly. It's like you choosing to go to prison voluntarily; youcould use your suffering to get back at Seth. Don't be surprised if others lose their sanity overemotions too. You could keep this standoff with him, and maybe in a few years, your son will get ataste of these 'family grievances.'"

Cicely's eyes trembled fiercely.

Kane internally exclaimed in shock. Everyone knew better than to judge others' affairs, let aloneoffer such leading advice. But Damon's words were on point. That was just Damon for you.

Cicely searched her mind for a comeback, but found none. "If you were him and Chloe was me,would you still believe what you're saying?"

"I'd do anything—chase, steal, or deceive. Any tactic is fair as long as she's mine, and by my sideas I wish. What's right? Getting what I want is right. Letting her go, torturing myself like he's doingnow? Since when did he aspire to be a saint?"

Kane couldn't help but laugh. Had Damon developed a smooth-talking routine from all his wife-charming?

In such a serious atmosphere, it was something to be able to make Kane crack a smile. Damonshot him a look that immediately stifled the laughter.

Cicely was stunned by his rhetoric and then slowly turned to look at Chloe.

Chloe met her gaze with a smile, softly saying, "We aren't you guys. Knowing he loves me, Iwouldn't let things get to where you are today. Besides, I wouldn't give him up to any other woman.

The one I love and cherish should stay by my side. I think no one in this world can claim a purerlove for him than me, and I'm the one who wishes him the best. This trust, I only give to myself."

Damon, sitting next to Chloe, smiled and took her hand into his large, warm palm. "What acoincidence, so do I."

Chloe smiled at Cicely, "How did you ever come to choose him so resolutely? When you decided togo to prison, did you have any doubts, or were you certain that no one in the world could love himmore than you?"

Cicely blinked uncontrollably, a gesture betraying her agitation. It took Cicely a moment to composeherself before she let out a derisive snort and stood up.

“You two are such a powerful duo. I can’t argue with you guys.”

With those words, Cicely spun around and marched upstairs.

*

Standing at the bedroom door, Cicely gazed at the closed barrier before her, not moving an inchforward. How could they simplify and beautify their words so easily, she wondered.

Seth locked oneself away in a bedroom for over a month – quite impressive indeed.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly until Kane, who had been sneaking glances, could stand it nolonger. He strode forward and rapped sharply on the door several times before darting away like ascalded cat.

Cicely sighed.

Kane’s pounding elicited no response. Behind the door, there was only silence.

Inside, by the bed, neat rows of glucose bottles and a collection of potent spirits were on display.Seth slumped against the bed, one leg bent, his arm resting on his knee and his head buried in thecrook of his elbow, motionless. Even Kane's sudden loud and urgent knocking failed to stir him. Itwas as if he were a breathless statue, devoid of life, sitting there.

After what felt like an eternity, a series of knocks echoed again. They were gentle, rhythmic, butsoft. Still, Seth made no move.

Two minutes passed, and then a voice, tranquil as water, seeped through the thick door, slightlymuffled. "Seth."

The man on the floor, who had been utterly still, suddenly twitched his hand.

Slowly, he lifted his head, staring blankly into the empty room, his dark eyes momentarily fixed.

Another illusion? She couldn't possibly be...

"Seth, open up."

His train of thought shattered, Seth turned his head towards the door, his eyes bloodshot. Hehesitated for just a moment before pushing himself up with the help of the bed. Having sat for toolong, and perhaps due to the alcohol, he felt dizzy as he stood, swaying slightly.

Cicely, losing patience after being ignored a second time, frowned and lifted her foot to kick thedoor. But just as she did, the door swung open. Her kick met air, and she stumbled forward. In apanic, she reached for the doorframe, but still collided with the man's chest. Her slender waist wasimmediately ensnared by his firm grip.

Regaining her composure, Cicely straightened up and looked up into the weary, disheveled face ofthe man who was staring at her in surprise, his eyes reflecting unmasked tension and bewilderment.

Cicely paused, noting his crumpled black shirt. Despite his disarray, he still exuded an air of refinedelegance.

Her voice was cool and detached when she said, “Everyone thought you died in there.”

Kane, who had been lurking at the stairwell, gritted his teeth and murmured: “Others might poundon the door to no avail, but Cicely’s soft calls seem to prove his hearing is still sharp.”

Chloe leaned forward to see Cicely half-tumble into the room.

"Let's go," said Damon, tightening his grip around Chloe’s waist and leading her downstairs.

“They…”

Damon stopped and looked down into Chloe’s eyes, “We’ve already meddled too much, Mrs.Harper.”

Chloe couldn’t deny that, although it seemed that he had a personal bias, such as siding with Cicely.It was true, after all.

“That’s your friend. He seems to be worse off right now.”

Damon looked away and continued to lead her downstairs, “It’s none of our business.”

Chloe pursed her lips. Damon picked up a scarf from the couch and draped it around her neck. “Ahundred of us can't compare to just one Cicely. Why would you stay?”

Chloe found the logic sound. She glanced around, then turned to Kane, who was still “spying” fromthe staircase corner. "Isn't he in the way here?"

Damon looked over.

Kane suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

*

“No.” Seth responded to Cicely’s harsh words, his voice hoarse, his gaze locked on her beautifulfeatures.

Cicely studied him for a moment, her frown deepening, then looked away, her voice cold. "Let go ofme."

As she spoke, his hand tightened involuntarily on her waist.

Cicely pushed against his chest, forcing him back. Already weakened from days of neglect andunguarded, he staggered a few steps backward. His eyes wavered, following her, but she justwalked past him with an air of indifference, into the room filled with the heavy scent of alcohol.

She scanned the room, her gaze finally resting on the bottles of spirits by the bed, pausing for asecond before lifting her eyes to the man approaching her again.

"Stay away from me." Her voice was icy, and Seth halted, looking at her with a mix of confusion andhelplessness.

After a few seconds, taking in her undisguised disgust, he stepped back. “I'm sorry, I'll take ashower.”

Cicely said nothing, slowly walking to the bedroom window. Seth watched her from behind,hesitating before he finally decided to head into the bathroom.

When the sound of the shower filled the space, Cicely moved, leaning on the wide windowsilladorned with various objects, all covered with small black cloths. She reached out and pulled offone of the cloths, revealing a sunflower ornament with two bees circling it.

Her eyes trembled slightly. She had bought many solar-powered ornaments because the bedroomwas so well-lit. This one, when fully charged, would make the two tiny bees circle the sunflower. Theremaining black cloths likely covered more ornaments from years ago.

The windowsill was immaculate, and the ornaments she had placed there three years ago lookedas if they were brand new. If it weren't for the protective black cloth, they would have probablydecayed from the sunlight long ago.

She parted the cluster of sunflowers just enough to reveal a smaller one nestled within, and upon itlingered two tiny bees, so very small.

Cicely closed her eyes for a moment, pushing down the wave of bitterness that threatened to risewithin her.

That proud yet naive Cicely from years past had a mind consumed by love for one person, everythought a wishful fancy, every action a tender consideration born from that love. How delighted hadshe been back then, over such a trivial thing?

*

Seth emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp. He now dressed in comfortable loungeclothes. Gone was his earlier dishevelment, replaced by a much fresher appearance. His gaze hadbeen tense all day, but upon setting eyes on Cicely standing by the window, it began to soften.

"Why did you come?"

Cicely turned, tilting her head back to look at him. Her eyes seemed to scrutinize him judiciously,and Seth visibly tensed as she expressionlessly withdrew her gaze before he took a few slow stepstoward her.

His approach caused a flicker in Cicely's eyes. She turned away from him, reaching up to cover thesunflower ornament with the black cloth again. She could feel the damp warmth of his body drawingnear until he finally came to a standstill behind her.

"Your faithful assistant and your buddies were worried you'd met your demise in this house, so theybegged me to check on you."

She withdrew her hand, and immediately, a broad chest pressed against her back, his arms lockingher firmly in place. His hoarse, moisture-laden voice whispered in her ear, "They requested, and youcame. So you're worried about me, aren't you?"

Cicely's eyes narrowed, her body motionless. "No."

Seth held her even tighter.

"Let me go."

He buried his face in the nape of her neck, greedily inhaling her scent. "Then why are you here?"

His cool lips grazed her skin with each word, like tender kisses.

Cicely tensed, his question igniting an inexplicable irritation within her. "I was hungry, and I was onmy way home for lunch. Your assistant diverted me here." The answer was half-true, half-false.

The man who had been holding her tightly suddenly let go. "You haven't had lunch yet? Wait here,I'll make you something."

Cicely bit the inside of her cheek. "I don't like eating alone."

Seth paused for a moment, his dark eyes fixating on her again. "I'll eat with you. Is that alright?"