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.

disapproved of her choice of words, but at the

to come up with something

punch she intended.

you need here. Aren’t

didn’t bother

her on the

up for you.”

she didn’t protest. Just like she

as

a quick

scent of

her to

table was set with light appetizers

refreshingly appetizing.

coy, digging in as soon as she sat

After a few sips, she

eyes flickered.

meal

his lips, “This is fine by

back to

after they had finished, Boyd asked if she was feeling

gave a noncommittal hum.

Yasmine called in sick to school. Boyd,

stayed

his makeshift office, papers strewn across

half-watched

in on

Boyd promptly

her forehead in her hand, listlessly watching a

stumbled upon halfway through.

hide, so she couldn’t

discussing their

to have any

back, but neither did she want to watch them openly interact under her

as though they were guiltless. It was even

her a glance, “What do

for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

was still some time, so Boyd didn’t

the doorbell to the apartment rang. Yasmine,

the sound. The TV in

switched to commercials.

up

It was Serana.

you here?”

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

to check

better

was the last thing Yasmine needed. It was almost like

in the

with a bag of groceries, clearly planning

asking

Yasmine replied, her voice light

slightly, but she maintained

whip up something

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

me do it. You guys did stand me up last

lunch isn’t too much to ask,

let out a sarcastic laugh from her perch on the

for their consent, Serana headed

of groceries today.

over?”

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

back, Serana opened the kitchen

off from them.

wasn’t sure

fact that she insisted on

to invite a stranger

sour, smirked and tossed the remote

up and heading for

wasn’t on the same level as Serana? Well, it was about time

theory to the test.

stood in the empty living room,

rang again. Serana dashed out

answer it.

sofa, his efficiency with paperwork drastically lower than

watching her shows beside

with her guest,

papers and stood up,

glance.

a polite, shy smile that seemed a bit

he quickly said, “Hi, I’m

Serana a cold look and

ready. Boyd, could you

“Sure.”

had no intention of making things easy for Serana, but Boyd

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

straight

a cushion from his chair onto the

her to step

reluctance to afford Serana any respect, Yasmine

bring herself to

guests.

intimate interaction left Patrick

a smile, “It’s a

the appetite. Yasmine, you

Boyd’s foot, and

frustrated but still had to

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