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 at the

come up with something

punch she intended.

need here.

didn’t bother

in the apartment, Boyd set her on

up for you.”

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

as nothing

a quick

of

dining room, Boyd motioned for her to

for her. The table was set with light

refreshingly appetizing.

soon as she

also with a bowl of soup. After a few sips, she noticed he

and her eyes flickered. “That lazy, huh?

yourself a proper meal

smile touched his lips,

back to

Boyd asked

gave a noncommittal hum.

Yasmine called in sick to

stayed home

was his makeshift office, papers strewn across the coffee

Yasmine half-watched some TV

Serana called to check in on

which Boyd promptly turned

rested her forehead in her hand, listlessly watching a TV

stumbled upon halfway through.

she couldn’t help but overhear. At

felt as though women discussing their

Boyd to have any secret dealings with Serana

neither did she want to watch them openly interact

as though they were guiltless. It

hanging up the phone, Boyd gave her

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

was still some time, so Boyd didn’t press

the doorbell to the apartment rang. Yasmine,

was jolted awake by the sound. The TV in front

switched to commercials.

up

It was Serana.

you

flashed a smile, “I heard Yasmine wasn’t feeling

to check

better

needed. It

salt in

a bag of groceries, clearly planning to

Yasmine, asking where she felt

replied, her voice light as

expression shifted ever so slightly, but she

whip up something light for

it. You don’t need to

her head, “Let me do it. You

lunch isn’t too much

out a sarcastic laugh from her perch

for their consent, Serana headed straight for the

I bought quite a lot of

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

the kitchen

off from them.

sure if it was because

that she insisted on

desire to invite a stranger into

his mood sour, smirked and tossed

up and heading for

the same level as Serana? Well, it

theory to the test.

stood in the empty living room, looking

the doorbell rang again. Serana

answer it.

on the sofa, his efficiency with paperwork drastically lower

watching her shows

with

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

glance.

dressed simply, with a polite, shy smile that seemed a bit

quickly said,

Serana a cold

Lunch is ready. Boyd, could you

“Sure.”

things easy for

her to skip lunch. Since he couldn’t

carried her straight to the

threw a cushion from his chair

to step

reluctance to afford Serana any respect, Yasmine still cared

bring herself to cause a

guests.

left

a

the appetite.

Boyd’s foot, and ground her heel in a

had to be mindful of

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