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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing

away, Boyd headed to

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

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood

Yasmine who couldn’t let

driver

reality, took a deep breath,

—

Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

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

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context of their conversation,

However, such an exchange with Serana could only happen

remained unanswered,

avoid the issue

they had

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the students’ emotions

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

to

or fear of

Boyd, these concerns

had already

Bryson managing things, played

suggested she could stay

weren’t too

didn’t hesitate to

at a

except when

Serana since

just that—play, and the near-death experience

present self due to past events or

forever, but as time

didn’t mesh.

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew

her displeasure was

passed since their

to pick up

passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

seat for her. Boyd was already sitting

in and sat down, “Mr.

even driving your own car

today.

Tired of playing

you every day of my life and

we eat out?

culinary skills.”

She’s asked

Yasmine raised an eyebrow,

his head without hesitation,

is why you

reason to celebrate? She probably

good score and it calls for a celebration?

academic slacker, is she? Are we going to

finishes a test?”

paused, recalling that during their meals

indeed celebrate Serana’s

to it,

all the tests big and small along the way, it was

performance.

hadn’t realized they were actually commemorating these

coiled in

world right under her

Boyd squeezed

an eyebrow, her gaze sliding to

what exactly is your

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

you left, she was

straightforward answer to

her words

looked at her for a moment,

up together.” She

answer, though the smile that touched

two of you to fend for

left?”

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

can’t be right, can it? So among all those kids who grew up with

you handed out prime real estate to

strings to get them into Summit Ridge University,

meal for

lowered, “Why are you so concerned

she perhaps

“No.”

maybe you were kidnapped and she nearly

her virtue or actually losing

as a layer of frost settled over Boyd’s

“No.”

two seconds, then sat up straight, turning

outside the

the rear view mirror, catching sight of Boyd’s

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