The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1141

With a loud tearing sound, Cicely’s high–quality dress was ripped in half!

Only wanting to keep a distance from him, not to hate him? What a joke. She was the one who disturbed his life

first, now she wanted to just bail? Who gave her that right?

The joy he felt just a moment ago because of her words was distinguished. The happier he was, the angrier he was

now.

Her delicate skin exposed to the air, looking even more exquisite under the moonlight through the car window.

His eyes were filled with intense emotions, He still remembered how she used this perfect body of hers to have sex

with him. Thinking about the moments when he had the urge to imprison her again, he couldn’t control himself.

Talking about his patience, it was not just about tonight!

Cicely had never seen Seth this angry. Never.

He was usually indifferent, decisive in every move and gesture. One could only imagine how terrifying his current

emotional state was.

Cicely struggled hard, her mind in chaos. She was never a match for Seth. Not in the past, not now.

That’s why she didn’t want to hate him or retaliate against him; she just wanted to stay far away from him, earn

money, and cure her son’s eyes.

She was not the most pitiful person in the world, because she had ties, and the motivation to live. As long as she

didn’t have to deal with Seth again, no matter how, it would be okay.

Why was the man who had long despised her now so persistent.

Although her dress was not fully destroyed, there wasn’t much left to cover her body. She tried her best to cover

herself, but her hands couldn’t resist his strength.

She stared at him firmly, her eyes red but not shedding a single tear.

The person who would cry at the slightest provocation was not crying now? Even now, she was still resisting him!

“I’m gonna see how thick that skin of yours really is!”

He was so angry that he laughed, the curvature of his lips as sharp as an ice–cold crescent, yet he leaned over

without hesitation and kissed her.

Cicely immediately widened her eyes, the next second she began to twist her body, resisting him with all her might.

However, the more she moved, the deeper his kiss.

He was filled with cold anger and threats, disregarding her fear and resistance. He forcefully pressed on her thin

waist, the rough movements tormenting her nerves, unable to pinpoint exactly where it hurt, only feeling both pain

and suffocation from his kiss.

He wanted to torture her. He wanted to tear her apart.

“Seth, don’t make me hate you more!”

Cicely took advantage of a moment to breathe, roaring out these words, followed by heavy panting, only to be

kissed by him again in the middle of it.

Hate? Sure. It was way better than not existing in her world at all!

His hand slid on her skin, sliding into her skirt.

He just wanted to completely occupy her world!

In the quiet underground garage, only his luxury black car was violently shaking, occasionally you could hear a few

scattered screams.

Chloe emerged from the elevator, quickly walking into the parking lot, her high heels making urgent yet orderly

sounds. Her cold eyes scanned the parking lot, finally landing on the black car that was still shaking.

She could vaguely see the man inside the car, still dressed immaculately, in movement. Her eyes turned colder,

and she walked towards the car without hesitation. Seeing her, the driver hurriedly stepped forward. “Ms.

Summers, this…”

Chloe walked up to the car, kicked the body of the car hard.

“Scram!”

Inside the car, Seth growled. Chloe froze on the spot. She had never seen Seth so furious, nor could she imagine

what Cicely had done to drive such a calm man to this point.

She put her hand on the door handle, tugged hard, but surprisingly found that the door wasn’t locked.

She widened her eyes, yanked the door open, and looked at the man who was propping up his arm, glaring at her

with a gloomy face. Her lips tightened a few notches. Without hesitation, she pushed Seth away, bent down, and

tried to pull Cicely out.

Her actions were swift and decisive, but the result was Seth grabbing Cicely’s wrist again. He was already sitting in

the driver’s seat, holding Cicely’s hànd, but his gaze was on Chloe. His face was filled with gloom, his eyes cold.

“Let go.”

His voice was as cold as his gaze.

Being interrupted when he was angry and not venting his anger on her, was already showing enough respect to

Chloe.

Chloe bent down and pressed the seat button, the seat rose, lifting Cicely’s body. She grabbed Cicely’s clothes,

looked up at Seth coldly. “I’m surprised, you’re actually a sentimental man. There’s a limit to being domineering. Is

it that all men are like this, the more you can’t get, the more you want! You’re the ones who harm, and the ones

who love! Do women have no right to choose?”

Seth sneered, seemingly not hearing Chloe’s words. “Chloe, let go.”

Chloe frowned at him, “Cicely is mine now, at least I brought her here today, and you’re not allowed to take her

away!”

“What if I insist on taking her?”

Chloe truly felt, there so many shameless men in the world, because they know too well that women were

completely helpless. When it came to such powerful and influential people, as long as they wanted to do something,

they would do it,and no one could do anything to them.

Cicely held her collar tightly, trembling, and there were some red spots on her torn pale dress. Her hair was messy,

her face pale. She was in a state of fear and uneasiness, looking in very bad shape.

Chloe glanced at her, her eyes fell on her hands clutching her collar, bright red blood slowly seeping from her

fingertips. Her trembling figure was heartbreaking.

She grabbed Cicely’s hand, examined it carefully. Three out of five fingernails were cracked, blood flowing out from

the crevices.