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

up with something more elegant

punch she intended.

you need here. Aren’t you

didn’t bother

on the couch. “Rest up. I’ll

up for you.”

wasn’t hungry, but she didn’t protest. Just like

as nothing to

a

of chicken

the dining room, Boyd motioned for her to

for her. The table was set with

refreshingly appetizing.

as soon as she sat down. Boyd took a

bowl of soup. After a few sips,

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

a proper meal when you’re

touched his lips, “This

back to eating in

they had finished, Boyd asked if she was

gave a noncommittal hum.

day, Yasmine called in sick to school. Boyd,

caretaker, stayed home with

was his makeshift office, papers

half-watched some TV

to check in on them and offered to come over

which Boyd

hand, listlessly watching a TV show she

stumbled upon halfway through.

no effort to hide, so she couldn’t help

women discussing their love

didn’t want Boyd to have any secret dealings with Serana

she want to watch them

as though they were guiltless. It was even

Boyd gave her

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

time, so Boyd didn’t press

not long after, the doorbell

awake by the sound. The TV in front of

switched to commercials.

up to

It was Serana.

are you here?”

heard Yasmine

check on

Nobody knew better than Serana herself that

the last thing Yasmine needed. It

salt in

groceries, clearly planning

at Yasmine, asking where she

Yasmine replied, her voice light

expression shifted ever so slightly,

whip up something light

it. You

head, “Let me do it. You

it with a lunch isn’t too much

sarcastic laugh from her perch on the

consent, Serana headed straight for the kitchen. “By

quite a lot of groceries

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

Serana opened the kitchen door,

off from them.

darkened. Yasmine wasn’t sure if it

unannounced, the fact that she insisted on cooking,

invite a stranger

his mood sour, smirked and tossed the

up and heading

same level as Serana? Well,

theory to the test.

living room, looking even more

rang again. Serana dashed out from the

answer it.

sat on the sofa, his efficiency with paperwork drastically lower

been watching her shows

with her guest,

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

glance.

simply, with a polite, shy smile that seemed

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

a cold look and nodded

time. Lunch is ready. Boyd,

“Sure.”

making things

to skip lunch. Since he couldn’t win with

carried her straight to the dining

he threw a cushion from his chair onto the

to step

reluctance to afford Serana any

feelings. She couldn’t bring herself to

guests.

interaction left

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

stimulate the appetite.

Boyd’s foot, and ground

had

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