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.

strength was no match for his firm

“Boyd…”

the outcome will always be what I want. Your words don’t count,

schemers, you name it. But against someone as shameless

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

can you do other than forcefully taking

nicely to you, would

her lips

you’re always right. If I want

eyes, taking several deep breaths. “Boyd, you say you love me, right? You

cooled as she desperately tried to reason with

was unfiltered, flat, and cold,

down, Boyd straightened her shawl. He seemed accustomed to her words, and when he spoke, his voice carried no trace of emotion.

point of keeping me with you

by my side. I’m a jerk, Yasmine, so

snapped, her voice low and furious,

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

really don’t understand, which is why you keep trying to convince me to let you go, or

and turned her head to gaze out the other window,

didn’t speak again. Having her by his side was enough for now. And if he said anything more, he knew it wouldn’t elicit any response from her. Her patience with him had been exhausted for

still

her. Later he found that wearing down her patience would make

again tomorrow, he would simply wear her down once more. Then

closer to her, as the

a passion for flower arranging and the art of tea, and he would

were his

of town but stopped

took in the villa before her. Boyd tried to lead her inside, but she dodged

and despite her reluctance, he took her hand in his and

Village. If you ever want

the house, Boyd guided her around to the back of the villa.

frostbite. Over there is the veggie patch, and that greenhouse is full of

an indifferent mask, allowed herself to be pulled into one of the greenhouses. Instantly, a

greenhouse was freshly turned soil, divided into plots with

can transplant these seedlings outside. If you’d like to design the garden yourself, I can help,”

asked with a cold voice, “You’re giving up