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.

disapproved of her choice of words, but

to come up with something more elegant

punch she intended.

everything you need here.

bother to

apartment, Boyd set her on the couch.

up for you.”

but she didn’t protest. Just like

good as

took a quick shower. Emerging, she caught

scent of

motioned for her to sit while he ladled

set with light

refreshingly appetizing.

soon as she sat down. Boyd took a

soup. After a few sips, she

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

meal when

smile touched his lips, “This is

to eating in

finished, Boyd asked if she was

gave a noncommittal hum.

in sick to school. Boyd,

caretaker, stayed

makeshift office, papers

half-watched some

in on them and offered to

which Boyd promptly

hand, listlessly watching a TV

stumbled upon halfway through.

made no effort to hide, so she couldn’t help

though women discussing their love lives were truly akin

want Boyd to have any secret dealings with

did she want to watch

were guiltless. It was

phone, Boyd gave her a glance, “What do

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

so Boyd didn’t press her

doorbell to the apartment rang. Yasmine,

sleep, was jolted awake by the sound. The TV in front of

switched to commercials.

up to answer

It was Serana.

you

smile, “I heard Yasmine wasn’t feeling

check

brow twitched. Nobody knew better than Serana herself

last thing Yasmine needed. It was almost

in the

with a bag of groceries, clearly

asking

Yasmine replied, her voice

so slightly, but she maintained

something light

can handle it.

“Let me do it. You guys did stand me up last

it with a lunch isn’t

let out a sarcastic laugh from her perch on the

consent, Serana headed straight for the kitchen.

quite a lot of groceries today. Mind if I invite

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

Serana opened the kitchen door, effectively

off from them.

Yasmine wasn’t sure if it

the fact that she insisted on cooking, or the

a stranger

mood sour, smirked

heading for

same level as Serana? Well, it

theory to the test.

in the empty living room, looking even more

doorbell rang again. Serana dashed

answer it.

his efficiency

her shows beside him

returned with

and stood up, giving Serana’s companion a

glance.

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

quickly said, “Hi,

gave Serana a cold look

in time. Lunch is ready. Boyd, could you call Yasmine

“Sure.”

no intention of making things easy for Serana,

couldn’t win with words, he had

straight to

threw a cushion

her to

to afford Serana any respect,

herself to cause a scene

guests.

interaction left

served them soup with a smile, “It’s a light broth. I added just a bit

stimulate the appetite. Yasmine, you

on Boyd’s foot, and ground her heel in

still had to

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