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

up with something more elegant that carried

punch she intended.

you need here. Aren’t

didn’t bother

set her on the couch. “Rest

up for you.”

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

as nothing to

his cooking stint, she took a quick shower. Emerging, she caught

of

to sit while he ladled the

The table was set with light appetizers – nothing fried,

refreshingly appetizing.

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

soup. After a few sips, she

soup as well, and her eyes flickered. “That lazy, huh? You can’t

yourself a proper meal when

smile touched his lips,

back to

after they had finished, Boyd asked if she was feeling

gave a noncommittal hum.

Yasmine called in sick to school. Boyd, deciding to play

stayed home

living room was his makeshift office, papers strewn across the

half-watched some

called to check in on

which Boyd promptly

forehead in her hand,

stumbled upon halfway through.

she couldn’t

women discussing their love lives were

want Boyd to have any

want to watch them openly interact under her

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.”

still some time, so Boyd

long after, the doorbell to the apartment rang.

the sound. The TV in front of her

switched to commercials.

got up to

It was Serana.

are you here?”

heard Yasmine wasn’t

check

Nobody knew better than Serana herself

last thing Yasmine needed. It was almost

salt in the

a bag of groceries, clearly planning to stay for

asking where

sick,” Yasmine replied, her voice light as

shifted ever so slightly, but she maintained a smile,

up something light

“I can handle it. You

“Let me do it. You

it with a lunch isn’t too much to

let out a sarcastic laugh from her perch on the

waiting for their consent, Serana headed straight for the

bought quite a lot of groceries today.

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

opened the kitchen door,

off from them.

sure if it was because Serana

that she insisted on cooking, or the

invite a stranger into his

his mood sour, smirked and tossed the

heading for

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

theory to the test.

living

doorbell rang again. Serana dashed

answer it.

the sofa, his efficiency

had been watching her shows beside

with her guest,

and stood up, giving Serana’s

glance.

with a polite, shy smile that seemed a bit

Seeing Boyd stand, he quickly

cold

ready. Boyd,

“Sure.”

no intention of making things easy

to skip lunch. Since he couldn’t win with

her straight to the dining

a cushion from his chair onto

her to

her reluctance to afford Serana any respect,

couldn’t bring herself to cause a scene in

guests.

intimate interaction left Patrick

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

the appetite.

Boyd’s foot, and ground her heel in a

had to be mindful of

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