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.

match for his firm hold, rendering her unable

“Boyd…”

to hurt me all you want. But no matter what you say, the outcome will always be what I want. Your words don’t count, and

had dealt with all sorts – thugs, schemers, you name it. But against someone

always did as he pleased, never giving anyone a chance to

do other than

spoke nicely to

pressed her lips

and you think you’re

eyes, taking several deep breaths. “Boyd, you say you love me, right? You want me to seek revenge? To let

as she desperately tried to reason with him one

and cold,

her words, and when he spoke, his voice carried no

of keeping

a jerk, Yasmine, so stop trying to reason with me.

snapped, her voice low and furious, “I don’t

shawl. “I can’t figure it out, so I

which is why you

lips and turned her head to gaze out the

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

hated him, but he still wanted her close, unwilling to give

he could see her. Later he found that wearing down

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

even quietly get closer to her, as the situation

could sit by her side and join her. She enjoyed experimenting with recipes, and he’d get a taste of whatever she cooked. She had a passion for flower arranging and the art of tea, and he would make a special spot to grow her favorite flowers, and seek out the world’s finest tea leaves and teaware. On the days her mood was good, he might even share

were his

out of town but stopped in front of a

as she took in the villa before her. Boyd tried to lead

perturbed by her resistance, and despite her reluctance, he took her hand

best place I could find close to Greenfield Village. If you ever want to see your daughter or those two little grandkids, it’ll be

flicker of emotion passed through Yasmine’s eyes. Instead of taking her straight inside the house, Boyd guided her around to the back of the villa. There, several

there is the veggie patch, and that greenhouse is full of strawberries. You can pick them fresh

into one of

Two-thirds of the greenhouse was freshly turned soil,

we can transplant these seedlings outside. If you’d like to design

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