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.

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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,

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

away, Boyd headed to another

less. If you piss her off,

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there,

was Yasmine who

Serana,” the driver beside her

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and got into the

—

lingered in

always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context

such an exchange with Serana could only happen

question remained unanswered, fading

avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s

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

completely cut.

university, the students’ emotions began to

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

farewells, the pressure to

or fear of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these

had

things, played

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school

the challenges weren’t too great

however, didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at

fault her, except when it came

around Serana since their

as just that—play, and the

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

prejudices forever, but as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

displeasure was

month had passed since their “unpleasant”

afternoon, Boyd came to pick

for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

the back seat for her. Boyd was already sitting

“Mr. Boyd,

your own

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

Tired of

every day of my life and

why do we eat out? I’m actually

culinary skills.”

score came in. She’s asked us to dinner. Must’ve

an

his head

this is why

She probably wants to share her joy with

softly, “A good score and it calls for a celebration?

we going to throw a

finishes a test?”

said this, Yasmine paused, recalling that during

celebrate Serana’s

attention to it, sometimes only

with all the tests big and small along the way, it was okay to mention a

performance.

actually commemorating these occasions. A

anger coiled in her chest. Were

world right

her mood, Boyd squeezed her hand, “What’s

eyebrow, her gaze sliding to the corner

curious, what exactly is your

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

and after you left, she

answer to

her words

a moment, “We grew up

nodded, “Ah, grew up

the smile that touched

left with just the two

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

among all those kids

prime

into Summit

meal for their good

“Why are you so

she perhaps

“No.”

were kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself trying to

paying with her virtue

a layer of frost settled

“No.”

two seconds, then sat up straight, turning

by outside the

driver glanced in the rear view mirror, catching sight of

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