The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2099

The silence in the room was palpable, punctuated only by the soft dance of dust motes in the slanting sunlight that filtered through the curtains.

After what felt like an eternity, Seth’s chuckle broke the stillness, low and unexpected.

Cicely’s frown creased her smooth forehead.

Sitting up, Seth wrapped an arm around her, his lean, dark eyes heavy upon her. His lips curved in a gentle smile and his fingers caressed her cheek with such tenderness, his voice was disarmingly soft. “You said you still love me.”

Cicely’s lips, pink and full, pressed tightly together, and she remained silent.

Seth smiled, his long fingers hooking her jaw. Cicely's delicate face and those scarlet lips always had an allure that one couldn't help but kiss.d2

He didn’t resist; he leaned in and kissed her lightly.

Cicely’s gaze dropped, her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably.

“You’re right. There’s a debt between us, lives taken that makes being together without remorse impossible. But I want to be with you.”

Cicely closed her eyes. They circled back to where they started.

Seth’s hand, previously caressing her cheek, retracted, and he looked at her with a faint smile. “What if I said I was willing to pay it back?”

Cicely blinked, confused. “Pay back what?”

“Life.”

The single word sent Cicely’s mind reeling.

What life? How could it be repaid? “What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice trembling despite herself.

“Our barrier is two lives. If I could repay them, would you agree to be with me?”

Cicely stood frozen, her complexion paling.

Seth watched her, a smile playing on his lips as he couldn’t help but touch her cheek again. “Speak up, Cicely. Is that it? If I could repay those lives, would you agree to be with me?”

She shook her head, taking a long moment before swatting his hand away. “Are you threatening me? Are you so sure I would never agree to such absurdity that you dare to propose it? Fine, yes. If you could pay it back, I would agree to be with you. So, what now? How will you pay? What will you pay with?”

Cicely was furious. He exploited her feelings for him time and again, certain of any outcome. Did he think as long as she loved him, he could always make her compromise?

Seth’s lips twitched, with a light smile in his dark eyes. “No backing out.” With that, he kissed her again, this time with a relaxed ease that pressed her back into the mattress in a barrage of kisses.

Cicely furrowed her brow. So, what now? His words were just talk.

After showering her in kisses until she was flushed, Seth finally released her, satisfied, and swung his legs off the bed to head into the bathroom.

When he returned, Cicely had already changed into her home clothes. He reached for her hand. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

Cicely glanced at him. “This is my house.”

Seth just smiled and said nothing.

They had just stepped out of the bedroom when Cicely halted. “Hugo should be up by now.”

A sneer echoed from downstairs. “The kid would starve if we waited for you.”

Looking down, they saw Lana cradling Hugo, who clutched a bottle in his arms.

Upon seeing them, Hugo’s dark eyes lit up. “Mommy, Daddy, are you all getting up together?”

Cicely was speechless.

Seth seemed unfazed, leading her downstairs. He walked over to Lana and reached out to touch Hugo's head. “Do you want to have more for breakfast?”

Hugo shook his head. “Nope, I already ate a hot dog and some eggs. I’ll be full after this bottle.”

“Then let grand-aunt take you out to play later.”

Lana frowned. “What’s the rush? You’re trying to get rid of us for some alone time?”

“You want him to witness our private moments?”

Lana’s face darkened.

Cicely pulled away from Seth. “What are you talking about!”

Seth chuckled and drew her back into his embrace. “Time for breakfast.”

After Hugo finished his bottle, Lana did take him out. Seth’s words from earlier suggested he had more to say to Cicely, something Hugo shouldn’t hear, presumably filled with conflicts.

Seth prepared breakfast himself. The dining room atmosphere lightened considerably, even as Cicely ate with an expressionless and somewhat distant demeanor.

Breakfast was two boiled eggs accompanied by a dash of salt and pepper, and a sandwich, fresh and neatly made with vibrant green lettuce and red tomatoes—a simple preference of hers.

After the meal, Cicely set down her utensils and looked at the man opposite her, who had finished eating and was now watching her.

“Full?”

Instead, she asked, “Do you have something else to say to me?”

Seth’s gaze softened, and without a word, he stood up, collected the dishes, and headed to the kitchen.

Cicely dropped the phone, "Kitchen... he's in the kitchen!"

They dashed in the direction she pointed, with her close on their heels. But as she ran, Damon strode through the doorway, his face grim and forbidding. His icy gaze met hers, chilling her to the bone, but he said nothing, heading straight for the kitchen.

Seth was unconscious.

Damon asked coldly, "How bad is it?"

"Very bad."

Cicely's face went deathly pale again.

Damon pressed on, "Can you save him?"

"We'll do our best."

The doctor seemed to have an understanding with Damon, answering his direct questions with straightforward answers.

"If he dies, you might as well stop breathing too."

They lifted Seth into the ambulance.

Cicely, pale and bewildered, followed.

Lana, alerted by the commotion, arrived clutching Hugo, only to see someone being loaded into an ambulance.

Cicely, looking as if her soul had been half ripped away, staggered out after them.

"Cicely..."

"Mom..."

The calls from Lana and Hugo didn’t reach her. Her gaze was fixed solely on Seth, her whole being in a haze.

The ambulance siren wailed as it departed.

Damon emerged from the house.

Hugo, ever perceptive, spoke up, "Mr. Damon."

Lana, holding Hugo close, approached quickly. "What happened? Was that Seth?"

"Yes, let the boy go too. After all, Seth's his father. Who knows, the kid might just make it in time to say goodbye."

Lana sighed.