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.

choice of words,

come up with something

punch she intended.

have everything you need here. Aren’t you feeling

bother

in the apartment, Boyd set her on the couch. “Rest up. I’ll

up for you.”

protest. Just like she said, her

good as nothing

a

scent of

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

her. The table was set with light appetizers

refreshingly appetizing.

didn’t play coy, digging in as soon

also with a bowl of soup. After

and her eyes flickered. “That lazy,

yourself a proper meal

touched his lips, “This is

to eating

had finished, Boyd asked if she was

gave a noncommittal hum.

day, Yasmine called in sick

caretaker, stayed

room was his makeshift office, papers strewn across

Yasmine half-watched some

on them and offered to

which Boyd promptly

hand,

stumbled upon halfway through.

effort to hide, so she couldn’t

women discussing their love lives were

She didn’t want Boyd to have any secret

but neither did she want to watch them

as though they were guiltless. It was

gave her a

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

some time, so

long after, the doorbell to the apartment rang.

sound. The TV in

switched to commercials.

up to

It was Serana.

are you

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

to check on

twitched. Nobody knew better

was the last thing Yasmine needed. It

salt in

with a bag of groceries, clearly planning to stay for

at Yasmine, asking where she felt

Yasmine replied, her

slightly, but

up something light for

“I can handle it. You don’t need to trouble

You guys did stand me up last

for it with a lunch isn’t too much to ask,

out a sarcastic laugh from her perch on

their consent, Serana headed

guys, I bought quite a lot of groceries

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

looking back, Serana opened the kitchen door, effectively

off from them.

darkened. Yasmine wasn’t sure if

the fact that she insisted on cooking, or the

to invite a stranger

mood sour, smirked and tossed the

and heading for

as Serana? Well, it was about time to

theory to the test.

empty living room, looking even

Serana dashed out from the kitchen

answer it.

sofa, his efficiency with paperwork

been watching her shows beside him

with her

his papers and stood up, giving

glance.

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

quickly said, “Hi, I’m

Serana a cold look and nodded

ready. Boyd, could you

“Sure.”

had no intention of making things easy

couldn’t win with words, he had

carried her straight to the

shoes, so he threw a cushion

to

reluctance to afford Serana any

to cause

guests.

interaction left

a smile, “It’s a light broth. I added just a

stimulate the appetite. Yasmine, you

on Boyd’s foot,

was frustrated but still had to be mindful of his

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