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.

of her choice of words, but at the moment,

be bothered to come up with something more

punch she intended.

everything you need here.

bother

set her on the couch. “Rest

up for you.”

protest. Just like

as nothing to

a

of

for her to sit while he

set with light appetizers – nothing fried, all

refreshingly appetizing.

as soon as she sat down. Boyd took a

After a few sips, she noticed he

soup as well, and her eyes flickered. “That lazy, huh? You

yourself a proper meal when you’re

lips, “This

back to

finished, Boyd asked if she was feeling any better.

gave a noncommittal hum.

next day, Yasmine called in sick to

stayed home

office, papers strewn across the coffee

Yasmine half-watched

Serana called to check in on them and

Boyd

hand, listlessly watching a TV show she

stumbled upon halfway through.

so she couldn’t help but overhear.

discussing their love lives were truly akin

Boyd to have

did she want to watch

acting as though they were guiltless. It was even more

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

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

time, so Boyd didn’t press her

not long after, the doorbell to the apartment rang.

awake by the sound. The TV in front

switched to commercials.

up

It was Serana.

are you

Yasmine wasn’t

check on

Nobody knew better than Serana herself

was the last thing Yasmine needed. It was almost like she’d come

salt in the

entered with a bag of groceries,

asking

Yasmine replied, her voice

expression shifted ever so slightly, but she maintained a smile,

whip up something light for

can handle it.

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

up for it with a lunch isn’t too

sarcastic laugh

waiting for their consent, Serana headed straight for the

a lot of

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

opened the

off from them.

darkened. Yasmine wasn’t sure if it was because

up unannounced, the fact that she

invite a stranger into his

his mood sour, smirked and tossed

up and heading

same level as Serana? Well, it was about

theory to the test.

empty living

rang again. Serana dashed out from the kitchen

answer it.

sat on the sofa, his efficiency with paperwork

watching her shows beside him

with her guest,

down his papers and stood up, giving Serana’s companion

glance.

dressed simply, with a polite, shy smile that seemed

stand, he quickly said,

Serana a cold look

in time. Lunch is ready. Boyd, could

“Sure.”

making things easy

Since he couldn’t win with words, he

carried her straight to the

shoes, so he threw a cushion from his chair onto

her to

her reluctance to afford Serana any

bring herself to cause a scene in front

guests.

intimate interaction left Patrick feeling

“It’s a light broth. I added

the appetite. Yasmine,

on Boyd’s foot, and ground her heel

was frustrated but still had to be mindful

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