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.

no match for his firm hold, rendering her

“Boyd…”

the outcome will always be what I want. Your words don’t count, and nobody else has the right to interfere – not that they

– thugs, schemers, you name it. But against someone as shameless as Boyd, she found herself

used force. He never listened to anyone else, always did as he pleased, never giving anyone

do other

to you, would you

pressed her lips

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

say you love me, right? You want me to

tried to

and cold,

He seemed accustomed to her words, and when he spoke, his voice carried no trace of emotion. “If

keeping me

you, just you, by my side. I’m a jerk, Yasmine, so

low

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

played on Boyd’s lips, his tone unhurried, “You really don’t understand, which is why you

turned her head to gaze

enough for now. And if he said anything more, he knew it

he still wanted her close,

at least he could see her. Later he found that wearing down her patience would make her stay quietly by

tomorrow, he would simply wear her

get closer to her, as the situation

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

were his

stopped in front of a villa near the

left, just a cold gaze as she took in the villa before her. Boyd tried to lead her inside, but she

reluctance, he took her hand in his and led her toward the

want to see your

eyes. Instead of taking her straight inside the house, Boyd guided her around to the back of

is setting in, and I was worried about some of the flowers getting frostbite. Over there is the veggie patch, and that greenhouse is full of strawberries.

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

full bloom dotted the space. Two-thirds of the greenhouse was freshly turned soil, divided into plots

seedlings outside. If you’d like to

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