Chapter 1939
In the elite social circles, where old money and new fortunes collide, there was a whispered rumor
everyone knew but no one dared to speak aloud. Creighton Ellis, the people in charge of the
affluent Ellis family, was rumored to have had a true love—a woman named Millie.
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Millie was the talk of high society, a social butterfly whose grace and beauty were matched only by
her cunning and charm. She was known to captivate the wealthiest bachelors with her enchanting
ways.
Despite the knowledge that she was trouble, many men fell prey to her allure. Thedies of the
circle would bitterly dub her "the temptress," hoping evilly that her string of conquests would no
doubt lead to an untimely and sordid demise.
But then, as suddenly as she had appeared, Millie vanished.
Monthster, the Ellis estate was abuzz with the birth of a daughter, Cicely. It was then revealed that
the child''s mother was none other than Millie, the once notorious heartbreaker of P City''s elite.
Creighton''s love for Millie was undeniable, and it extended to his daughter Cicely, whom he spoiled
without limit. Tragically, Millie''s life was cut short, passing away when Cicely was only eight. While
some whispered of karmic retribution, others pitied the young daughter.d2
Still, Creighton''s doting ensured that Cicelycked for nothing, except for the absence of her
mother.
Cicely grew up to be a stunning young woman, her beauty a testament to her mother''s legacy. The
Ellis family had long since warned against idle gossip about their affairs, and though murmurs
persisted, they faded with Millie''s passing.
Cicely was known for her radiant looks and her defiant spirit, intelligent yet indolent. She seemed to
believe life would always be a breeze, never taking anything too seriously. Her moods were as fickle
as the wind—one moment content, the next irked. Her tastes could shift overnight, from craving a
simple sd to indulging in a sulent te of roast beef. To the Ellis family, her whims were no
surprise.
But Cicely had her obsessions.
At twelve, she met Seth, three years older than her, under less than joyous circumstances—her
uncle, Creighton''s brother, had died in a ne crash. The Ellis funeralsted three days, and it was
there she first encountered Seth.
Seth stood quietly, a handsome,nky figure beside a beautiful woman, exuding an air of calm and
an indescribable presence.
Cicely, having slipped away from the service, was caught by Seth''s gaze as she presented a flower
at her uncle''s memorial. Unfazed by the attention, she offered him a smile, which seemed to trap
him in an unwanted cage.
Cicely put the flower down, put her hands together and prayed silently. When she turned around,
the ce was empty.
Quickly turning her gaze, she saw the woman and her father disappearing at the door.
She chased all the way to her own living room. Because she was running in such a hurry, her
beautiful white gauze skirt flew in the air. When she stopped, the skirt swayed to the front again and
again, like a mischievous wave. Her pretty face was slightly reddish, and through the smooth and
delicate skin, it looked particrly like a juicy peach.
Cicely saw Seth obediently sitting on her couch and sighed a breath of relief.
"Cicely, are you running around again?" Creighton was scolding her, but there was undeniable
doting in his voice.
"Is this your daughter?" The young and beautiful woman sitting next to him opened her mouth.
Cicely turned her head. The woman must be a guest. But after all, Cicely was also the little mistress
of the Ellis family. At least in her own home, wasn’t a polite or even distant smile a basic courtesy?
This woman, however, seemed incredibly arrogant.
"Dad, who is she?"
Creighton touched her beautiful braid andughed: "She''s a friend of your mom and dad. Call her
Aunt Patty."
Yet Cicely shifted her gaze to the boy next to her, "Who is he?"
Patty, who was ignored by Cicely, paused and then put on a smile.
Creighton had always indulged Cicely without limit, but in terms of basic courtesy, he was not one
hundred percent lenient. "Cicely..."
Creighton looked helplessly at her, but saw her gaze seemed to be on the boy across her all the
time. He sighed, and said, "He is Aunt Patty''s son, Seth. He is three years older than you."
Creighton once again happily yielded to Cicely, who smiled beautifully at Seth. "Hey Seth, my
name''s Cicely. Got it memorized?"
Creighton let out a resigned sigh. This girl was definitely spoiled rotten. Her voice still carried the
traces of youth, tinged with an unmistakable blend of petnce and pride.
Did she really expect Seth to remember? It sounded more like amand than a request, as if he
had no choice in the matter.
Seth just watched her impassively, his indifferent gaze saying nothing.
Cicely didn''t seem to wait for an answer. She turned to Patty, who stood beside her, and chirped,
"Hello, Aunt Patty."
Patty was amused by Cicely''s sudden change in demeanor and didn''t mince words. "You didn''t
seem to like me much a moment ago."
Cicely nodded, "You''re Seth''s mom. I like him, so I guess I have to like you too."
Patty was momentarily taken aback by Cicely''s candidness.
Creighton couldn''t help but chuckle and ruffled her hair affectionately. "You''re something else,
kiddo."
A few secondster, Patty regained herposure and with a detached tone said, "You''re quite the
spitfire, just like Millie."
Cicely knew that Millie was her mother, and the mention of the name dimmed the smile on her face.
At twelve, she was still learning to mask her emotions.
Seth observed her quietly. The sorrow and longing soon vanished from Cicely''s face. She nced
sidelong at Patty''s left, where a girl about her age sat quietly, the model of decorum, the type that
adults usually doted on. "And who might she be?"
Patty spoke up this time, "That''s Danielle ndon, your uncle''s and my friend''s daughter."
"Why is herst name not Ellis?"
A sardonic smile yed on Patty''s lips as she turned to Creighton.
"She''ll always be a ndon. It was Analia''s dying wish."
Creighton pursed his lips, his expression darkening, and took a deep breath. "Let''s leave her with
the Ellis family. It''s our responsibility to look after her."
Patty''s lips twisted slightly, "Can you ensure she''ll always be a ndon?"
Creighton frowned, "Let her decide when she''s older."
Patty nodded, "Fair enough."
Danielle seemed uneasy with the oue. When Patty and Seth started to leave, the girl chased
after them to the door, gripping Seth''s arm, her eyes brimming with tears.
Seth looked at her expressionlessly. It was then that Cicely first heard his voice. "Stop crying."
Cicely couldn''t help but find his attempt atfort almostughable. It was so pale and
emotionless.
Danielle''s tears refused to obey. Cicely noticed Seth''s fingers twitch at his side. His gaze suddenly
and unexpectedly swept toward the living room, catching Cicely''s mischievous smile. His brows knit
slightly.
Unashamed, Cicely walked over to the coffee table, grabbed a couple of tissues, and approached
Seth. "Looking for these?" she asked, offering the tissues with a yful smile.
Without a word, Seth reached out to take them, but Cicely pulled back teasingly. Seth''s hand
grasped at air.
In the next moment, Cicely was wiping Danielle''s face with the tissues, her motions far from gentle
and hardly heartfelt.
Danielle flinched, and Cicely, done with pretenses, thrust the tissues into her hand. She then turned
to Seth with a soft smile and said, "You''re the guy I like, so whether it''s now or in the future, don''t
you go wiping away any other girl''s tears, or handing out tissues. It would upset me, and if I''m
upset, I sure as heck won''t let you off easy. You''d end up spending time and effort to cheer me up.
So to save yourself the troubleter, it''s best if you don''t do such things at all, don''t you think?"
Cicely had always been beautiful, spoiled into a uniquely captivating presence as if it was her
birthright to be doted upon. Even with an off-putting personality, you couldn''t deny that when she
smiled, she was truly stunning.