The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chatper 1892

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.

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her

drive away, Boyd

her, then talk less. If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture

was Yasmine who

the driver beside her

a deep

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

about it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context

an exchange with

unanswered,

issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s

After all, they had

completely cut.

university, the students’ emotions began to

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

pressure to

of an

and Boyd, these concerns held

had already

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss

stay in

the challenges weren’t too great

hesitate to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at

her, except when it came to

felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

and the near-death experience

Serana’s present self due to past events or

forever, but as time

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

her displeasure was

passed since

to pick up Yasmine from school. She

the front passenger seat, but

back seat for her. Boyd

sat down, “Mr.

your own car

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

Tired of

every day of my life and

eat out? I’m actually

culinary skills.”

test score came in. She’s asked us to

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, “Thinking

his head without hesitation,

why you can’t drive

to celebrate? She probably wants to

“A good score and it calls for a

she? Are we going to

finishes a test?”

said this, Yasmine paused, recalling that

celebrate Serana’s achievements occasionally, though

attention to

along the way, it was okay to mention

performance.

they were actually

her, but anger coiled in her chest. Were they really having

right

in her mood, Boyd squeezed her hand, “What’s on your

sliding to the corner

what exactly is your relationship

you ask? Before you left, she was at

after you left, she

want a straightforward answer to what your

was cold, her

a

up

that touched her eyes was tinged with chill,

two of you to fend for

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

it? So among all those kids

prime real

them into Summit

for their good

lowered, “Why are you so

perhaps

“No.”

kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself

almost paying with her

watched as a layer of frost settled over Boyd’s features

“No.”

another two seconds,

world slide by outside the

glanced in the rear view mirror, catching sight of Boyd’s

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255