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.

her choice of words,

to come up with something

punch she intended.

have everything you need

didn’t bother

apartment, Boyd set her on the

up for you.”

protest.

good as nothing

a quick shower. Emerging, she caught

scent of

Boyd motioned for her to sit while he ladled

The table was set with light appetizers –

refreshingly appetizing.

play coy, digging in as soon as she sat down. Boyd

After a few sips, she

her eyes flickered. “That lazy, huh? You

meal when

lips, “This is fine

went back to eating in

had finished, Boyd asked if she was feeling

gave a noncommittal hum.

in sick to school. Boyd, deciding to play

caretaker, stayed home with

his makeshift office, papers strewn across

Yasmine half-watched some TV

to check in on them and offered to

which Boyd

in her hand, listlessly watching a

stumbled upon halfway through.

she couldn’t

as though women discussing their love lives were truly akin

to have any

neither did she want to watch them openly interact under

they were guiltless. It was even

phone, Boyd gave her a glance, “What do

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

so Boyd didn’t press

after, the doorbell to

by the sound. The

switched to commercials.

got up

It was Serana.

are you

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

to check

knew better than Serana herself

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

in the

a bag of groceries, clearly planning to stay

Yasmine, asking where she

Yasmine replied, her voice light as

ever so slightly, but she maintained

something light

said, “I can handle it. You

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

with a lunch isn’t

a sarcastic laugh from her perch on

consent, Serana headed straight

I bought quite a lot of groceries today. Mind

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

opened the

off from them.

Yasmine wasn’t sure if it was because

that she insisted

to invite a stranger

mood sour, smirked and tossed the

and heading for

on the same level as Serana? Well, it was about

theory to the test.

the empty living

again. Serana dashed out from the kitchen

answer it.

sat on the sofa, his efficiency with paperwork

had been watching her shows beside him

returned with her

papers and stood

glance.

dressed simply, with a polite, shy smile

he quickly said, “Hi, I’m

Serana a cold

ready. Boyd, could you call Yasmine

“Sure.”

things easy for Serana,

lunch. Since he couldn’t win with words, he had

carried her straight to

he threw a

to step

her reluctance to afford Serana any respect, Yasmine

to cause a scene in front of

guests.

left Patrick

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

the appetite. Yasmine, you

stepped on Boyd’s foot, and ground

had to be mindful of his

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