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.

car, she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

kissing her

away, Boyd headed to

her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture of sadness.

Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver

a

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of their conversation, it wasn’t

an exchange with Serana could

remained unanswered, fading over

seemed to avoid the issue

not absent. After all, they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

months of university, the students’

were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on

of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

focus had

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if she

weren’t too great for

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without

at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it came to

uneasy around Serana since their reunion.

just that—play, and the near-death

deny Serana’s present self due to past

old prejudices forever, but as time

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

was

passed since their

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school. She

front passenger seat, but the

gesturing towards the back seat for

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

driving your own

today. Got

of

you every day of my life and

we eat out?

culinary skills.”

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

Yasmine raised an

shook his head without

this is why

celebrate? She probably wants to share

“A good score and it

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

finishes a test?”

paused, recalling that during

celebrate Serana’s

attention to it,

along the way, it was

performance.

were actually commemorating these occasions.

escaped her, but anger coiled in her chest.

little world right under

in her mood, Boyd squeezed her hand,

her gaze sliding to the corner of her eyes,

at him playfully. “I’m curious, what exactly is your

do you ask? Before you left, she

you left, she was still

answer to what

was cold, her words edged with

looked at her for a moment, “We

“Ah, grew up together.” She repeated, seemingly

smile that touched her eyes was tinged

the two of you to fend for yourselves

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

all those kids who grew up with you

you handed out prime real estate to

Summit Ridge University, or

for their good

“Why are you so

she perhaps your long-lost

“No.”

you were kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself trying

with her virtue or actually losing

frost

“No.”

for another two seconds, then sat

outside the

view mirror, catching sight of Boyd’s

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

Comments ()

0/255