The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chatper 1893

The car pulled to a curb and Yasmine spoke with a detached indifference before

swinging the door open and stepping out.

She glanced at the nearby diner, a sardonic smile creeping over her lips. The

place was one of P City’s top-tier spots, not the kind of joint a college kid with no

family to speak of could afford – hell, even folks from a decent background

wouldn’t waltz in there without a second thought.

Talking about splashing the cash.

Boyd followed, stepping out of the car’s other side.

Yasmine was on the edge of the pavement, the rush of traffic buzzing by. Boyd,

with a furrowed brow, strode over to her and guided her across to the safety of

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the sidewalk.

Yasmine brushed off his hand, “I’ll say it again – I’m not feeling great, I’m not

going to the hospital, and I certainly don’t need you hovering over me every

second. You go meet whoever you’re meeting. I’m heading home.”d2

She pulled out her phone to order a ride.

Boyd, with pursed lips, snatched the phone from her grasp. Yasmine looked at

her empty hand, her usually impassive face darkening with irritation. “Boyd,

there’s a limit, you know. My temper’s been good lately, but don’t mistake that

for weakness.”

Instead of responding, Boyd opened the car door and nudged her back in.

“Can’t bear the thought of leaving you here to fend for yourself. Does that make

me heartless and cold? I don’t think so.”

Her smile was syrupy sweet, “Heartless and cold? Those words don’t even

begin to do you justice.”

Boyd slid back into the car and shut the door behind him. “Drive.”

Rubbing at her temples, Yasmine continued, “So you’re playing the soothing

boyfriend now, only to deal with Serana later? Doesn’t that wear you out?”

“You and she are never on the same scale for me,” Boyd said. “Making you feel

better doesn’t mean I have to deal with her. And like I said, she’s not your

concern.”

Yasmine gave a half-hearted smile, watching the road ahead, “If you don’t listen

to me and end up taking me to the hospital anyway, you might as well fire your

driver and sell the car.”

She noticed the driver stiffen – clearly, he wasn’t deaf.

Boyd turned to look at her, his hand briefly checking her forehead for fever

before letting it drop. “You sure you don’t need the hospital?”

She gave him a withering glance and remained silent. The look in her eyes said

it all – she was looking at him like he was an idiot.

Boyd pressed his lips together, then took her hand gently, “Home.”

“My place,” Yasmine corrected.

He didn’t speak, just gave a meaningful look to the driver, who understood

immediately.

On the ride back, Yasmine, leaning against the seat with her eyes closed,

seemed genuinely uncomfortable.

As expected, Serana’s call came through. Boyd answered honestly, saying that

Yasmine wasn’t feeling well – and Yasmine didn’t even bat an eyelash.

Was Boyd honest? Painfully so. Not just with her, but with everyone. It seemed

‘lies’ were not in his vocabulary. But then again, she couldn’t fault someone for

being too sincere.

Half-asleep, she felt the car stop and was just straightening up when Boyd

scooped her out of the seat.

Seeing they were at Boyd’s apartment, she frowned, “So my words are just

bullshit to you now?”

He gave her a disapproving glance.

knew he disapproved of her choice of words, but at the moment,

to come up with something more

punch she intended.

everything you need

didn’t bother to

her on the couch. “Rest up. I’ll

up for you.”

protest. Just like she said,

as nothing

cooking stint, she took a quick

scent of

dining room, Boyd motioned for her to sit while he ladled the soup into

table was set with

refreshingly appetizing.

as soon as

bowl of soup. After a few sips, she noticed

eyes

a proper meal when

lips, “This is fine by

to

had finished, Boyd asked

gave a noncommittal hum.

called in sick to school. Boyd, deciding to

stayed

living room was his makeshift office, papers strewn across the

Yasmine half-watched some

on

which Boyd promptly

forehead in her hand, listlessly watching a

stumbled upon halfway through.

no effort to hide, so she

discussing their love

Boyd to have any

did she want to watch them

as though they were guiltless. It

up the phone, Boyd gave her a glance, “What do

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

was still some time, so

after, the doorbell to the apartment rang.

awake by the sound. The

switched to commercials.

up

It was Serana.

are you here?”

flashed a smile, “I heard Yasmine wasn’t feeling well.

check

twitched. Nobody knew better than Serana herself that

needed. It was

salt in

of groceries, clearly

Yasmine, asking

her

expression shifted ever so slightly, but she maintained a

whip up something light

can handle it. You don’t

her head, “Let me do it. You guys did stand me up

lunch isn’t

out a sarcastic laugh from her perch on

waiting for their consent, Serana headed straight for the

of groceries today. Mind if I

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

the kitchen door, effectively cutting

off from them.

wasn’t sure if it was because

that she insisted

a stranger

his mood sour, smirked and tossed the remote aside

up and heading

on the same level as Serana? Well,

theory to the test.

empty living room, looking even more

rang again. Serana dashed out from

answer it.

the sofa, his efficiency

had been watching her shows beside him

returned with her

and stood up,

glance.

dressed simply, with a polite, shy smile that seemed a

Boyd stand, he quickly said, “Hi, I’m Patrick, Serana’s

Serana a cold

Lunch is ready. Boyd, could you call Yasmine to the

“Sure.”

no intention of making things

to skip lunch. Since he couldn’t

carried her straight to the dining

so he threw a

to

to afford Serana any respect, Yasmine still cared

couldn’t bring herself to cause a scene

guests.

left Patrick feeling

a smile, “It’s a light

to stimulate the appetite. Yasmine, you go

stepped on Boyd’s foot, and ground her heel in a

was frustrated but still had to be mindful

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