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.

reminded him,

paper.”

kissing

car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

talk to her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

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

Yasmine who couldn’t let

Serana,” the driver beside

to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of their

an exchange with Serana could only

remained unanswered,

issue

not absent. After all, they had

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the students’ emotions

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due

to

or fear of

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little

had already

managing things, played the

suggested she could stay in

the challenges weren’t too

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at a

fault her, except

Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

play as just that—play, and

couldn’t deny Serana’s present self

forever, but as time and events proved, she

didn’t mesh.

Serana off. Her intolerance

was

had passed since their

to pick up Yasmine

for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened

back seat for her. Boyd was

ducked in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up your

driving your

“Can’t drive today. Got

Tired of

for you every day of my

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

culinary skills.”

came in. She’s asked us

raised an eyebrow, “Thinking

head

why you can’t

it a reason to celebrate? She probably wants to share her joy

“A good score and it calls for a celebration?

academic slacker, is she? Are we going to throw a party every time

finishes a test?”

Yasmine paused, recalling that

indeed celebrate Serana’s achievements occasionally,

never paid much attention to it, sometimes

the tests big and small along

performance.

actually commemorating these occasions.

but anger coiled in her chest. Were they really having

world right under

in her mood, Boyd squeezed

gaze sliding

what

ask? Before you left, she was at

and after you left, she was still

answer to

tone was cold, her

at her for a moment, “We

nodded, “Ah, grew up together.”

answer, though the smile that touched her eyes was tinged

the two of you to fend for

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

among all those kids who grew up

why haven’t you handed out prime

into Summit Ridge University,

meal for

are you so concerned about

perhaps

“No.”

maybe you were kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself

paying with her virtue

a layer of frost

“No.”

another two

the world slide by outside the

in the rear view mirror,

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