The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Yasmine struggled with a stern expression. After hearing Boyd’s words, she suddenly looked up at him with anger. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to whisk me away against my will – again!”

Boyd paused, a wry smile breaking through. “Why do I need to be reminded today of what I’ve always known, by that kid, no less?”

At this point, Yasmine knew exactly what he meant. After the initial tension, she became eerily calm. Staring at him coldly, one hand clenching her shawl, she said, “Speaking of unwillingness, Boyd, expecting me to act as if the past never happened and to be with you just like that – I can’t.”

“Then stay by my side and take your time getting revenge.”

Yasmine smirked, “Stay by your side for revenge? Will my child come back? Will the scar on my body vanish?”

With those words, a shiver ran through her. “I don’t want to keep bringing up the past, Boyd. If I could, I’d choose to forget it all my life. But your presence keeps reminding me – I can’t get past it. Aren’t you in love with Serana? How can you pester me like this? How is that fair to her?”d2

Pain was evident on Boyd’s face.

Yasmine knew that dredging up the past only hurt them both, but the fact remained – he was unwilling to let go, he wanted a life with her, and how was he supposed to face all of that?

“It’s me who’s wronged her. It’s you I love.”

“Ha.”

Her scornful laughter was all that answered his heartfelt declaration.

“Yeah, I know. So, the best revenge is to deny you what you want. Serana is gone. You loved her, but now you’ve lost her completely. And now you love me again? Thanks for giving me this perfect chance for revenge.”

Yasmine could feel the blood in her arms stop flowing. With a twisted smile, she delighted in the turmoil she saw in Boyd’s emotions.

Because she had successfully inflicted pain.

He deserved to suffer. Why should he live so freely?

“Have you said enough?” It took a while for Boyd to utter those words, his voice flat and cold.

Yasmine was silent.

Boyd slowly lifted his gaze to her, then a smirk formed on his lips. Suddenly, he pulled her into an embrace, his grip on her waist nearly dragging her into the car parked nearby.

“What are you doing, Boyd!”

Yasmine struggled furiously, her shawl slipping from her shoulders, leaving her disheveled, but Boyd seemed oblivious, ignoring her protests as he shut the car door and ordered the driver to leave.

the drive, Yasmine’s strength was no match for

“Boyd…”

outcome will always be what I want. Your words don’t count, and nobody else has

thugs, schemers, you name it. But against someone as shameless as Boyd,

never listened to anyone else, always did as he pleased, never giving anyone

can you do other than forcefully taking people

nicely to you, would you

pressed her lips

stay by my side willingly, and you think you’re always right. If I want

say you love me, right? You want me to seek revenge? To let me have my way

tried to reason with him

revenge was unfiltered, flat, and cold, leaving no room for

Boyd straightened her shawl. He seemed accustomed to her words, and when he spoke, his

the point of keeping me with you by

a jerk, Yasmine, so stop trying to reason with me. You’ve always known

low and furious, “I don’t

off his hand from her shawl. “I can’t figure it out, so I

tone unhurried, “You really don’t understand, which is why you keep

pursed her lips and turned her head to gaze out the

And if he said anything more, he knew it wouldn’t elicit any response from her. Her patience with him had been

him, but he still wanted

he thought that at least he could see her. Later he found that wearing down her patience would

again tomorrow, he would simply wear her down once more. Then she’d remain

quietly get closer

the art of tea, and he would make a special spot to grow her favorite flowers,

were his unexpected

but stopped in front of a villa near the city

fight left, just a cold gaze as she took in the

took her hand in his and

to Greenfield Village. If you ever want to

straight inside the house, Boyd guided her around to the back of the villa. There, several

Over there is the veggie patch, and

mask, allowed herself to be pulled into one of

the greenhouse was freshly turned soil, divided into

spring comes, we can transplant these seedlings outside. If you’d like to design the garden yourself, I

at?” Yasmine suddenly asked with a cold voice, “You’re giving up the presidential