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.

was no match for his

“Boyd…”

will always be what I want. Your words don’t

name it. But against someone as shameless as Boyd, she found herself out of

only used force. He never listened to anyone else, always did as

you do other than forcefully taking people

to you,

pressed her lips

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

right? You want me to seek revenge?

tried to reason

talk of revenge was unfiltered, flat, and cold, leaving no room for reconciliation between

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

of keeping me with you

side. I’m a jerk, Yasmine, so stop trying to reason with

low and furious,

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

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

pursed her lips and turned her head to gaze

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

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

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

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

closer to her,

to read quietly, and he 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

were his

head out of town but stopped in front of a villa near

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

took her hand in his and

you ever want to see your daughter or those two little grandkids, it’ll be

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

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. You can

pulled into one of the greenhouses. Instantly, a

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

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

at?” Yasmine suddenly asked with