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,

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to another

talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the one who has

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood

was Yasmine who couldn’t let

the driver beside her

reality, took a deep breath, and

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in

worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into her thoughts

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context

such an exchange with Serana could only happen

unanswered, fading over

avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

last few months of university, the

less boisterous, more silent than before,

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

or fear of

Boyd, these concerns held

focus had already

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss

stay

the challenges weren’t

however, didn’t hesitate to

at

couldn’t fault her, except

Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

just that—play, and the

She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past

forever, but as time

didn’t mesh.

off.

her displeasure was

had passed since their “unpleasant”

pick up Yasmine

front passenger seat, but

seat for her. Boyd

ducked in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re

even driving your own

today. Got

Tired of

you every day of my life and never

eat out? I’m

culinary skills.”

She’s asked

tests?” Yasmine raised an eyebrow, “Thinking about studying

head

this is why

probably wants to share her joy with

and it calls for a

she? Are we going

finishes a test?”

said this, Yasmine paused, recalling

indeed celebrate Serana’s achievements

to it, sometimes only responding politely.

big and small along

performance.

they were actually

anger coiled in her chest. Were they

world right under her

the shift in her mood, Boyd squeezed her hand, “What’s

eyebrow, her gaze sliding to the corner of

“I’m curious, what exactly is your relationship

brows twitched, “Why do you ask? Before you left, she

you left, she was

a straightforward answer to

was cold, her words edged with

her for a moment, “We grew

up together.” She repeated, seemingly

touched

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

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

can it? So among all

prime real estate

get them into Summit Ridge University, or

for their good

brows lowered, “Why are you so concerned about

perhaps

“No.”

you were kidnapped and she

almost paying with her virtue or actually losing

of frost settled over Boyd’s features at her

“No.”

him for another two seconds,

world slide by outside the

rear view mirror, catching sight of

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