The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 804

Chapter 804 

His gaze fell onto the unconscious woman on the bed her complexion pale as death, and a spark of anger flashed in his eyes “So a mere scrape has her this weak?” 

His words seemed to stir something his tone growing colder 

“Find the best damn doctor! If you cannot fix her right away, I swear I’ll tear this hospital downl 

His voice was practically a roar, sending chills down the spines of everyone in the room 

“Don’t be mad, I’m on it.” 

No one doubted the sincerity in Sethis threat 

People with power were always a force to be reckoned with 

But Who exactly was this woman? 

Mr Diaz was usually good at keeping his emotions under wraps, so nobody had ever seen him this pissed off. 

And for this mystery woman 

The whole city knew that the most beloved actress in the entertainment industry, Danielle, was Mr. Diaz’s darling. A woman who had undergone plastic surgery, but shone brightly in the industry! 

She always seemed to land opportunities, and even picking scripts was her prerogative, not the director’s. However, she wasn’t just limited to leading roles, sometimes she found the supporting roles more appealing and would opt 

for them 

She knew where she fit best and her performances never failed to impress. 

Despite some resentment, no one could deny her talent. 

Danielle was a smart woman, but there were many others who were more talented than her. She was full of herself but no one dared call her out. Wasn’t all this because she had Seth in her corner? 

But now His lover was hospitalized in another room, also a pampered lady, but compared to this one… 

The doctor couldn’t help but take another look at the frail woman lying on the bed. 

Who was she? 

There were always rumors about Seth’s private life, but no one had ever seen him show real interest in any woman other than Danielle. 

Puzzled, the doctor rushed out, leaving the room in silence. 

Seth slowly approached the bed, his steely gaze fixed on Cicely’s pale face. 

He calmed down gradually. Only when she was asleep did she look this peaceful. 

He sat down by the bed his gaze moving from her face to her hands. Her hands were tightly wrapped in white gauze, which made the bruise on her wrist more prominent. 

He did that. 

He slowly extended his hand, looking at his palm with her bloodstains still lingering on it. Thinking of her fierce resistance earlier, his calm face darkened further. 

She knew she might have caught that filthy disease, yet despised his touch? 

He got up from the bed and sat down on the couch. 

In the afternoon, Cicely’s eyelashes fluttered before she slowly opened her eyes. 

She took in the white ceiling, the white bedsheet, the high–end wallpaper with a warm pattern, the luxurious and opulent room decor. 

Her eyes moved slightly, and she subconsciously tried to shift her position, only to be met with pain from her knee and hands. She gasped. 

Seth leaned back on the sofa, with his long legs crossed, one hand propping up his cheek, and his eyes closed as he rested. Upon hearing a faint sound, he immediately opened his eyes. 

His eyes were filled with wariness and darkness. 

After a while, he lifted his head to see the woman on the bed stirring. 

He stood up, walked to her side, and laid a hand on her blanket. 

“Are you moving already as soon as you wake up?” 

Cicely paused slightly and then lifted her hands. 

The movement of her muscles tugged at her nerves, draining the color from her cheeks that had turned slightly rosy from sleep. 

Seth’s pupils contracted slightly, but he withdrew his hand. 

“Drama queen.” 

He muttered the words out of habit, his tone filled with disgust and impatience. 

Cicely’s heart fluttered slightly, her eyes drifting to his clean hands. 

She moved her lips slightly, her voice was a bit hoarse due to the prolonged pain and sleep. 

“Did you… see a doctor…” 

Before she could finish her sentence, the ringing of a phone echoed in the room. 

Seth glanced at her, picked up the ringing phone from the coffee table, and hung up without answering. Then, without saying a word, he walked out of the room. 

Cicely didn’t know how to stop him. 

Some things, if they were meant to happen, asking more wouldn’t change anything. 

Looking at the medical equipment around her, she realized she was probably in a hospital. The design of the high–end ward was comparable to a presidential suite in a five–star hotel. 

This was truly too luxurious. 

Ordinary people could hardly find a regular bed, let alone a room like this. 

She scoffed at herself, not pondering over it anymore. She only had the mindset of a poor person, how embarrassing. 

The pain made any movement unbearable, so she lay still. 

Drama queen? True. She wouldn’t deny it. 

His impatience now made her wonder how he managed to put up with her for so long. 

In the quiet corridor outside the high–end ward, Samuel stood before Seth, feeling somewhat relieved. 

After a whole afternoon of investigating, he finally had news to report. 

“Mr. Diaz Julian recently visited No.8 Mansion and took an interest in Cicely. He tried to approach Cicely multiple times but failed, finally resorting to rape, her in a private room. In self–defense, she stabbed him with a wine bottle, getting cut by the shattered bottle in the process Soon after, Julian was diagnosed with AIDS. Because Cicely had also been injured that night, her blood mingled with his, and that’s why she came for the check–up today…” Seths expression didn’t lighten any, his icy gaze warning Samuel. 

“You spent the whole afternoon investigating and this is all you found?” 

Of course not!