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.

car, she reminded him,

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As

away, Boyd headed

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

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there,

who

Serana,” the driver beside her

took a deep

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of their conversation,

with

remained unanswered, fading over

avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s

absent. After all, they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t

completely cut.

last few months of university, the students’ emotions

boisterous, more silent than

pressure to advance,

of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

Bryson even suggested she could stay

the challenges weren’t too great

to

Bryson at a

couldn’t fault her, except

uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She

that—play, and the near-death

couldn’t deny Serana’s present self

time and events

didn’t mesh.

off.

was no longer

month had passed

to pick up Yasmine from school.

for the front passenger seat, but the

seat for her. Boyd was

in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd,

driving your

today. Got a dinner

Tired of

you every day of my

chuckled, “Then why do we eat out? I’m

culinary skills.”

score came in. She’s asked

an eyebrow, “Thinking about

his head without hesitation,

why you can’t

celebrate? She probably wants to share her joy

laughed softly, “A good score and

she? Are we going to throw a

finishes a test?”

paused, recalling that during their

indeed celebrate Serana’s achievements occasionally, though

paid much attention to it, sometimes only

along the way, it was okay to

performance.

they were actually commemorating these

coiled in her chest. Were they really

world right under her

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

arched an eyebrow, her gaze sliding to the

“I’m curious, what exactly is

do you ask? Before you left,

and after you left, she was

just want a straightforward answer to what your

cold, her words

her for a moment,

nodded, “Ah, grew up together.”

though the smile that touched her eyes was tinged with chill,

was left with just the two of you to fend for

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

it? So among all

why haven’t you handed out prime real estate to each of them,

strings to get them into Summit Ridge University, or joined them for

meal for

lowered, “Why are you so concerned about

perhaps your

“No.”

maybe you were kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself

with her virtue or actually

as a layer of frost settled over Boyd’s features at

“No.”

him for another two seconds, then sat up straight,

world slide by outside

driver glanced in the rear view mirror,

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