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.

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing

Boyd headed to another vehicle.

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

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a

who couldn’t let

Serana,” the driver beside her prompted

to reality, took a deep breath, and got

—

lingered in

to worry about it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context of their conversation, it wasn’t

with Serana could only happen

question remained unanswered, fading

to avoid the issue too,

they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t

completely cut.

few months of university,

less boisterous, more silent than

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on

of an

Boyd, these concerns held little

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss

even suggested she could stay

weren’t too great for

however, didn’t hesitate to

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when

uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

just that—play, and the

present self due to past events

prejudices forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew

displeasure was no longer

month had passed

came to pick

passenger seat, but the driver opened the door

gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was already sitting

and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

driving your own

drive today. Got a dinner

of playing

for you every day

we eat out? I’m actually quite a fan of

culinary skills.”

test score came in. She’s asked us to dinner.

an eyebrow,

shook his head without hesitation,

why you can’t

celebrate? She probably wants to share her joy

good score and it calls for

Are we going

finishes a test?”

this, Yasmine paused, recalling that during

did indeed celebrate Serana’s

much attention to

with all the tests big and small along the way, it was

performance.

actually commemorating these occasions. A

in her chest. Were they really having

right

the shift in her mood, Boyd

eyebrow, her gaze sliding

what exactly is your

“Why do you ask? Before you left,

left, she

straightforward answer to

cold, her words edged

looked at her for a moment, “We

grew up together.” She repeated, seemingly

that touched her

two of you to fend for yourselves after

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

can it? So among all

prime real

into Summit Ridge University, or joined them for

meal for their good

brows lowered, “Why are you so

perhaps your long-lost

“No.”

you were kidnapped and she nearly

with her

of frost settled over Boyd’s features at her

“No.”

for another two seconds, then sat up straight, turning

the world slide by outside the car

rear view mirror, catching sight of Boyd’s

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