The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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Serana bit her lip, silent.

Straightening up in her chair, Yasmine’s gaze grew colder. “You might not like

hearing this, but you knew what you were doing getting into this. So don’t play

the victim.”

Casting a glance at the sandwiches left on the table, Yasmine let out a sarcastic

chuckle. “To win a man’s heart, you gotta win his stomach first. Have you

managed that over all these years?”

The words were blunt, and any pretense of ignorance Serana had maintained

was now impossible to continue.

Enter title…

Perhaps Yasmine hit a particularly sore spot, Serana finally met Yasmine’s eyes.

“No one knows Boyd better than I do.”

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at

Serana with feigned interest, as if waiting for a sermon.d2

Serana didn’t disappoint, continuing, “Sure, you knew him before I did, but you

left his side for nine years. During those nine years, I was the one by his side.”

The expression on Yasmine’s face grew darker by several degrees. “Are you

bragging or giving me a friendly reminder of my place? That it’s about time I

stepped aside?”

Shaking her head, Serana clarified, “I’m not bragging, nor reminding you of

anything. I’m just laying out the facts to explain that I’ve grown up with him, I

know what he wants, and that’s why I’ve come to accept him being with you.”

Yasmine nodded, “It seems I should thank you for being so gracious about us

being together.”

“I know you must think I’m a fool, but if I…”

“What’s going on here?”

Boyd’s voice suddenly cut in, interrupting Serana. He placed a plate of spaghetti

in front of Yasmine. “You ordered it. You better eat it all.”

“But I didn’t say I wanted two eggs.”

“Just eat it.”

Boyd sat beside her, giving Serana a fleeting glance. “What were you two

talking about?”

Serana’s complexion paled slightly as she gently shook her head. “Nothing

important.”

Boyd turned to Yasmine, only to hear her say, “It’s not ‘nothing.’ I’m actually

quite curious about what you were about to say.”

Serana took a sip of her milk, “I forgot.”

Yasmine only ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards Boyd.

“Are you full?”

He pulled the plate closer to himself. “I don’t think you want to hear that I am.”

Wiping her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like someone who

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

Boyd directly took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine had left.

Yasmine smiled.

After Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the call

without a second’s delay. “I’ll be right down.”

Boyd watched her, “I’ve arranged a ride.”

Standing, Yasmine said, “I won’t be going to school today.”

She brushed her hair back and exited the dining room.

Something was off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already called for a

driver, there was nothing more he could say.

They descended the stairs together, Yasmine acting as if nothing had happened.

into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead, “As

drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture of sadness. She

was Yasmine who couldn’t let

Serana,” the driver beside her

took a deep

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

worry about it, but they always

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of

an exchange with Serana could only

question remained unanswered,

to avoid the issue too, rarely

had grown up

completely cut.

of university, the students’ emotions began

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

the pressure to advance,

fear of an

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

focus had already

managing things, played the hands-off

she could stay in school if she

weren’t too great for

to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at a

except when

around Serana

just that—play, and

She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due

but as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance

her displeasure was

month had passed since their

came to pick

but the driver

back seat for her. Boyd was already

and sat down, “Mr.

driving your

“Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned for

of

every day of my life and never

“Then why do we eat out? I’m actually quite a fan of

culinary skills.”

She’s asked us to dinner. Must’ve aced

an eyebrow,

his head

is why you can’t

celebrate? She probably wants to share her

and it

academic slacker, is she? Are we going to throw

finishes a test?”

said this, Yasmine paused, recalling that during their meals

celebrate Serana’s achievements occasionally,

to it,

small along the way, it was okay to

performance.

realized they were actually commemorating

anger coiled in her chest.

right

shift in her mood, Boyd

her gaze sliding to the corner

him playfully. “I’m curious, what exactly

“Why do you ask? Before you

you left, she was

want a straightforward answer to what

tone was cold, her words edged

her for a moment, “We grew

up together.” She repeated, seemingly

though the smile that touched her

orphanage was left with just the two of you to fend for

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

can it? So among all those kids who grew

prime real estate to each of them,

to get them into Summit

meal for

lowered, “Why are

she perhaps your

“No.”

were kidnapped and she nearly

her virtue or

frost settled over Boyd’s features at her

“No.”

stared at him for another two seconds, then sat up straight,

by outside the car window. “Pull

rear view mirror, catching

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