The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1975

Joel, landed hard on the ground, taken by surprise. When Joel’s vision cleared, he saw someone holding Cicely in their arms, striding away swiftly. That tall, cold silhouette was oddly familiar to him.

Rose got to her feet and jogged after him, but she couldn't catch up to the man.

Kane pulled up in his car, only managing to catch a glimpse of Seth's license plate as he sped away. He honked his horn but got no response, just watched as the car became a fleeting shadow melting into the night. Lowering the window, he looked over at Rose, confused, "Was that Seth just now?"

Rose glanced at him and climbed into the car with Ollie. "Let's head to the nearest hospital."

Kane frowned, "What’s wrong? You feeling ill?"

It was Cicely’s sudden collapse that had scared Ollie, and the appearance of that particularly terrifying man had her still shaken. "It's Cicely. She just passed out."d2

Kane blinked, turning to see a disheveled Joel running out. "Damn!" he cursed under his breath, "She was fine just a moment ago. How could she faint?"

Ollie nestled into Rose's arms, "That man just now, he looked so scary."

Kane revved the engine and took off. "That son of a gun, can he predict the future or something? He drove all this way in the dead of night, and he arrives the minute Cicely faints?"

At this, Rose raised an eyebrow, "How did he know Cicely was here?"

"How would I know?" Kane was puzzled himself. He'd only chatted with Seth for a bit at noon and never mentioned Cicely's whereabouts.

Though Kane was driving fast, he couldn't catch up to Seth's car. He followed and, sure enough, ended up at the nearest hospital. Joel was right behind him.

When they arrived, Cicely had already been taken into emergency. Seth was standing outside the emergency room, his expression grim and fearsome.

Having known Seth for years, Kane had never seen this side of him. Seth, usually so detached and impassive, was now emanating a strange and fierce energy.

"How's Cicely?"

Seth stood at the door to the emergency room, seemingly calm, but everyone present could feel the barely contained storm under that composure.

Seth slowly lifted his eyes, his gaze icy and unfeeling, looking past Kane and straight at Joel, who had just caught up.

At that look, Joel stopped in his tracks. His eyes fell on the emergency room door behind Seth. Was it just his imagination, or did Seth seem like an insurmountable barrier, denying anyone else access?

The aura emanating from Seth at that moment stunned him.

Outside the emergency room door, their corner of space was still and silent, without a word spoken, yet there was an indescribable tension in the air.

After what felt like an eternity, the emergency room door opened, and a doctor stepped out. Seth turned to look at him calmly.

"Acute gastroenteritis. She has already received intravenous fluids. Just keep an eye on her."

The tone suggested it wasn't serious. Joel breathed a sigh of relief, but he was filled with regret. The acute gastroenteritis was probably the result of their night market adventure earlier.

As the doctor finished speaking, the emergency room doors opened again, and two nurses wheeled Cicely out.

Cicely, originally with a delicate complexion, now had an almost translucent pale face. Her brow was tightly furrowed, eyes shut, lips pale, and a fine layer of sweat adorned her forehead and the tip of her nose.

Seth's brows furrowed slightly, and he reached out to hold the handle of the transport bed.

The nurses looked at him, puzzled, but he asked, "Did you give her something for the pain?"

They nodded, "Yes, we did."

Seth shot them a cold glance, "Does she look like she's relieved of pain to you?"

The nurses shifted their gaze to the doctor nearby.

"We've administered the pain relief. We don't recommend using more potent drugs, as they can be harmful to the body. She should feel better soon."

Seth looked down at Cicely for a moment before releasing the handle of the transport bed.

Kane stood against the wall, glancing at Cicely, her slender body devoid of its usual vitality, her pallid beauty still evident despite her condition.

As the transport bed passed Joel, he hurried forward, gripping its rail, leaning in with a face full of concern and guilt. "I'm sorry, Cicely. This is all my fault."

Seth's brow twitched violently.

Joel followed the transport bed, his apology cut short as his collar was suddenly gripped tightly, and he was dragged almost helplessly toward the hospital exit.

Kane watched as Seth, without saying a word, forcefully dragged Joel away. A loud alarm bell rang in his mind, and amidst his astonishment, he muttered a curse under his breath, quickly following suit. "Damn, Seth, what the hell are you doing?"

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Joel was the sole heir to a prominent family in P City, a family deeply intertwined in the construction business. Even if they had no business dealings, if Joel was hurt, his family wouldn't easily let it go.

Seth was not known for physical confrontation; his methods were usually more cerebral and effective, with the added benefit of leaving no loose ends. To physically assault someone was to invite a host of troubles. It was hard to believe that someone like Seth would actually go out of his way to bring about such a petty trouble to himself.

Kane's words fell on deaf ears. As he caught up with them, Seth had already landed a heavy punch that sent Joel tumbling down the hospital steps.

Joel staggered to the ground, looking utterly disgraced, but Seth was already upon him, his hand again seizing Joel's collar, lifting him off the ground. "You take her out from the Ellis house in the morning just fine, and by evening, she's in emergency."

Joel felt a searing pain at the corner of his lips and glared coldly at Seth, "Yeah, I'm sorry for landing her in the hospital. It's my fault, and I should apologize. But this is between Cicely and me."

Before he could finish, Seth's brows furrowed deeply, and Joel was abruptly cut off by another solid punch from Seth.

"Damn it, Seth, have you lost your mind?” Kane hadn't expected Seth to hit Joel again. Shocked, he rushed forward, trying to pull Joel away from Seth's grip.

Seth just wasn't letting go. Even with all his strength, Kane couldn't pry Joel from Seth's grasp.

Frustrated and baffled, Kane turned to Seth, but just one look at Seth’s face, and Kane was taken aback. Seth's visage was dark and foreboding, his shirt sleeves had ridden up from the scuffle, revealing tensed forearms with veins standing out like road maps, the fabric stretched to its limit, looking like it might tear at any moment.

Seth looked like a man ready to kill.

Ignoring Kane's interference, Seth yanked Joel in front of him, his eyes sharp as ice-edged blades, voice as deep and cold as a subglacial current. "You think you can step into someone else's territory without weighing your own weight, huh?"

It was only then that Joel realized what Seth's ungentlemanly punches were really about. With a painful smirk that aggravated the cut on his lip, Joel retorted, "Even if I did want to step into someone's territory, it's because they've left the door wide open. My weight doesn't matter. If I can show her just a fraction more care than someone else, then my chances double."

Joel didn't beat around the bush any further, stating bluntly, "So, please, continue to ignore her or neglect her deliberately. I don't believe her heart is an impregnable fortress—impenetrable to you, inaccessible to me."

Seth's expression faltered, his narrow eyes suddenly narrowing further. He lifted his hand, and with a swift, fierce motion, Joel was sent sprawling onto the concrete several meters away.

Kane was also thrown to the side by the force, stumbling a few steps before steadying himself. He watched helplessly as Joel added fuel to the fire just now, and hurriedly, Kane went forward to

restrain Seth, who was about to approach again.

"Enough, have you freaking had enough? Seth, where's your brain? Ever think about how you're going to explain this to Cicely when she wakes up?"

Seth halted and looked down at Kane, "Explain?"

Kane bit his tongue, knowing any further words might earn him the next punch.

"Indeed, there should be an explanation. He took her out with good intentions to cheer her up, and no matter what, the initial motive was pure. Everyone knows the hospital visit was unexpected. Do you think Cicely will blame him?" The voice came from Rose, standing on the steps with an indifferent tone, "Rather than resent someone who genuinely wanted to make her happy, I think the real unforgivable culprit is the one who made her unhappy."

Seth shoved Kane aside and turned to face Rose, his gaze icy.

Rose, unfazed, sneered, "The victim is still unconscious in the hospital, and here you two are, the 'direct culprit' and 'indirect culprit,' bickering endlessly. What's the point? If you're still unsatisfied, then finish him off. But when your mind clears, go back and stay by her side."

As Kane let out a sigh of relief, Rose withdrew her gaze and stepped towards him. "This has nothing to do with you. Dawn is breaking, and you need to take us back to the hotel to rest."

Kane had no intention of sticking around with Seth in his current, unhinged state.

Joel’s family driver had already helped him off the ground and into the hospital for a check-up. Joel, battered and bruised, his face a mess and his body dust-covered, seemed to have sustained more than a few knocks.

Ollie made a wide detour to avoid Seth and approached Kane, taking his arm with a hint of fear. Rose watched Joel enter the hospital and then turned to Seth. "Actually, what Joel said at the end wasn't wrong either." She ushered Kane and the rest towards their car.

As the chaos subsided, Seth stood in place, fists still clenched.

What Joel said was right? That he wanted to enter Cicely's heart?

Leaning against the hospital's outer pillar, Seth pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and watched the smoke drift away in the dim light.

Joel wanted to enter Cicely's heart?

*

Kane cursed all the way to the hotel. Even after stepping inside, he was still fuming.

"Damn it, wasn't he talking about breaking up? Now he's nearly killed a man over jealousy. I almost got dragged into it too, that maniac..."

Rose was always calm, "Are you sure he said they were breaking up? If not, Kane, you definitely deserved it."

Kane clenched his teeth and handed his phone to Rose, "As if I'd make up rumors."

Cicely briefly scanned the chat history between him and Seth. Kane said they were breaking up, and Seth hadn't denied it, but he hadn't confirmed it either.

She furrowed her brows, "I didn't expect Seth to be so indecisive and ambiguous."

Kane thought he'd misheard, "What?"

Rose smiled, noticing notifications for likes and comments on Kane's social media feed, and she casually clicked in.

"He’s uncertain about whether he likes her or not, and the breakup seems to be something he's hesitant to admit. What's his deal? Is he caught in the middle, torn between two sides?"

Kane had plenty of rowdy friends, a flurry of 'likes' and comments on his feed.

Rose opened the photo he had posted, which, despite its abstract, blurry quality—typical of a clueless guy's photography—clearly showed two figures almost leaning on each other under the dim streetlights. Cicely was wrapped in a man's jacket, their proximity unavoidable as they posed for the camera.

Raising an eyebrow, she handed the phone back to Kane. "I can't decide whether to hit you or praise you."

Kane was confused by her comment, looking down at the phone. The photo Rose had opened was still there. He glanced at it and muttered, "Huh?" then brought the phone closer, inspecting it carefully. After a moment, he exclaimed, "Holy crap, when did I capture them together?"

Rose pinched the bridge of her nose. She was at a loss for words with this guy. He was the cause of both the problem and the solution.

Kane clicked his tongue in frustration, "Figures why he popped up out of the blue. It's because of this. But it doesn't add up. Didn't he want to break it off? What's gotten into him? Damn, I can't make heads or tails of the guy. Total nut job!"

Rose remained silent. Who could really tell? But with Seth carrying on like this, he wasn't just acting crazy. He was practically asking for a one-way ticket to the madhouse.

*

Seth sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on Cicely, who lay quietly, her usually rosy cheeks now a sickly pallor.

Creighton had always pampered her, and the worst pain Seth had ever seen her endure was the time she got a blister from her first pair of stilettos. Her face had turned ghostly pale then, as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice in the world. Now, he wondered what she'd look like when she woke up.

Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek. The distress that had marred her features when she was wheeled out of the ER was gone, replaced by a peaceful slumber.

The restlessness that a cigarette couldn't quell seemed to dissolve at the sight of her tranquil face. He was used to her drama; the slightest bump or scrape would set her off as if it were life- threatening. Now, paradoxically, he found himself wishing she'd throw one of her notorious tantrums, just to show how much she was really hurting, how much she felt wronged.