The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 2076

Danielle forced a bitter smile. "So what now?"

"There's no 'so what.' Stop fussing and let the doctor put on this ointment."

Seth's voice was gruff, but it managed to soothe Danielle's nerves a bit. "I thought you were going to give me a piece of your mind over her later."

Seth's expression was nonchalant. "A piece of my mind? What, by letting her push you over the edge so I can play the hero again?"

The tears on Danielle's face slowly stopped. She fixed her gaze on him, "So what you're saying is, if it had been me about to fall today, you would have jumped to save me just the same?"

Seth pursed his lips, "You think I'd just watch you fall?"d2 Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Danielle's face was a picture of hurt but then she chuckled, shaking her head, "No, you wouldn't."

He certainly wouldn't. Not in any sense of the word.

Danielle's spirits lifted, and she didn't make any more of a scene. "You should get that wound checked too."

The doctor added, "Yeah, if it gets infected, you'll be on an IV drip before you know it, and that's just more wasted time."

"An IV drip?" Danielle's face fell, watching Seth with concern, "I don't want to be hospitalized.."

"Just follow the treatment," Seth said coolly, his few words leaving no room for debate.

"But will you stay here with me?"

"I'll have Charlie stick around for anything you need."

"Can you wait to leave until I fall asleep?"

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The eighteenth floor of Emerald Valley Estates was a mess.

When the housekeeper went upstairs to bring Cicely some chicken soup, she found Cicely restless in her sleep, flushed with fever. Reaching out, the housekeeper felt the heat radiating off Cicely.

Trying to reach Seth was futile. Calls went unanswered, and soon his phone was off.

The staff hustled to cool her down, but Cicely's expression grew more pained.

Remembering Cicely's injuries, and how she'd accidentally touched them while bathing Cicely, the housekeeper panicked. If Mr. Diaz found out Cicely had been sick without proper care, they'd all be in for it.

With no options left, she thought of Chloe living downstairs and knocked on her door.

Luckily, Chloe was awake. Hearing about Cicely's injury and fever, she slipped on a coat, grabbed her car keys, and drove them straight to the hospital.

On the way, Chloe asked, "Where's Seth?"

The housekeeper sighed, "We can't reach him. He cooked dinner for her, but Ms. Cicely didn't eat. Probably another tiff."

Chloe smirked, knowing their relationship had never been smooth. But Seth was getting wise, cooking dinner for her this time.

The hospital was swarming with press for some reason. Chloe glanced over them, her brow furrowing slightly as she arranged Cicely's admission and tedious paperwork.

Once done, the housekeeper and another maid sighed in relief. "Thanks, Mrs. Summers. We've caused you trouble, especially with you expecting. You should head back to rest."

Chloe had no intention of lingering. Seeing Cicely stabilized and on an IV, she nodded, gave some instructions, and left the hospital.

The reporters were still outside, focused on the story Chloe had overheard when she entered — Danielle.

"Is Danielle's condition serious?"

"Danielle pushed through multiple takes of a water scene despite her injury, leading to an infection. Now she's running a high fever. I'm not sure if 38.6 degrees is serious to others, but…"

Chloe chuckled. That was a fierce response. Well, the people Seth kept around weren't exactly pushovers.

Shaking her head, she started to walk away when another question made her pause. "I've seen Mr. Diaz's car. Is he at the hospital now?"

"Yeah, Danielle's struggling, feeling down, and Mr. Diaz is with her."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. So Seth was at the hospital. Well, good luck to him.

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After a night's rest, Cicely woke early, the sky just beginning to lighten. She'd gone to bed early, and after an IV all night, she felt the need for the bathroom.

Glancing around, she vaguely remembered the events of the previous night and Chloe's help. She pushed herself up, stirring the housekeeper, who quickly got to her feet. "Ms. Cicely, you're awake?"

Cicely was pale, nodding weakly. "I need the restroom."

"I'll help you."

Cicely said nothing, the dizziness hitting her as she sat up. There was no point in being stubborn now.

"Coco, run and get a breakfast."

"Okay, right away."

The young maid named Coco acknowledged the housekeeper and hurried out.

Cicely returned from the restroom, splashing water on her face; she felt somewhat refreshed.

Back in bed, she decided to wait for breakfast before sleeping again. After all, she hadn't eaten the night before and needed strength to recover.

There used to be someone to comfort her to eat and take her medicine. Now, it was up to her to comfort herself.

Sitting up in bed, the housekeeper handed her a glass of water. "Just sit up for a bit. After breakfast, you can go back to sleep if you like."

Cicely nodded faintly, "Turn on the TV, will you?"

"Sure, right away."

The housekeeper found the remote and turned on the TV for Cicely.

Flipping through the channels, Cicely's screen filled with images of Danielle being admitted to the hospital late at night. The newscaster's voice reported Danielle's overnight hospitalization for a film shoot and C&P CEO Seth's rushed arrival at the hospital.

Then came an interview with one of Danielle's assistants outside the hospital.

"Is Mr. Diaz also at the hospital now?"

"Yeah, Danielle's having a tough time; she's feeling low, so Mr. Diaz is staying by her side."

The housekeeper broke into a cold sweat, unsure of what to do next. "These media outlets, they're like vultures circling Mr. Diaz, I swear. They latch onto him for some cheap buzz. You gotta take what they say with a grain of salt, Ms. Cicely. It's just a bunch of sensationalist claptrap."

Cicely's face betrayed no emotion as she flicked through the channels, finally settling on a soap opera in progress. "Who would dare spread fake news about Seth?"

The housekeeper found herself at a loss for words.

"Let's get one thing straight—I'm no saint. Don't worry about sparing my feelings. I'm not going to get upset. Heck, I don't even have the right to."

"Well, Mr. Diaz does seem to care about you, deep down."

"It was Chloe who brought me to the hospital last night, wasn't it? Looks like I owe her one, again."

The implication wasn't lost on the housekeeper. What Cicely was really pointing out was that in last night's chaos, it was Chloe who showed up for her, not anyone else. And certainly not Seth, despite the hype about how much he supposedly cared.