The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Serana glanced at Boyd, her mind a blank slate as to what to say next. However, nothing was inappropriate about Yasmine’s actions afterwards. They munched on slices of cake and sipped on coffee, making small talk about how each other had been lately.

Aside from her initial sharp words, Yasmine’s demeanor was so faultlessly normal you couldn’t pick a bone with it. If there was anything to comment on, it was that her phone never seemed to leave her hand for long.

But the more she played it cool, the more both Serana and Boyd felt something was off.

“Do you come here often?” Boyd asked casually as Yasmine’s plate became crumb-free.

Yasmine gave a half-smile. “Yeah.”

“It is a nice place,” he admitted.d2

Taking a sip of her coffee, Yasmine leaned back in her chair. “Yeah.”

Boyd pursed his lips, and silence fell like a curtain.

Serana looked on, worry creasing her forehead. For years, Boyd had always been the one looking down on others, never the one to seek out chit-chat.

Serana could tell he was trying to find common ground, to say something – anything – to ease the tension with Yasmine.

Even though Yasmine was sitting there with them, who could really say where her thoughts were?

The misunderstanding that had started over a jar of flowers seemed resolved, and they were interacting like before. But was there real forgiveness from Yasmine? Not likely.

There they were, sitting across from each other, yet it felt like miles between them. Serana was curious – could Yasmine ever truly like someone?

What would she be like? What lengths would she go to? She’d love to see that.

But who would be the one to break through?

Yasmine’s phone rang, but she ignored it, standing up instead. “You guys carry on. I’ve got something else to attend to. I’ll head out first.”

She answered the phone as she pulled out her chair.

Boyd stood, reaching to catch Yasmine’s wrist. Phone to her ear, Yasmine looked at him. “Something else?”

Boyd stared for a moment. “Where are you off to?”

“Home.”

Derek’s figure appeared beside them. He eyed the hand Boyd had on Yasmine. “You want something?”

Boyd’s grip tightened unintentionally.

Yasmine pulled her hand back, phone down. “Should be clear now.”

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Serana watched through the glass as Yasmine’s car pulled away, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. “She’s still the same.”

Boyd didn’t respond.

car, Yasmine’s expression remained

way more times than necessary within

glasses?” Yasmine casually

look, Derek focused on the road. “You got nothing to say? No contact for

traced her finger across her phone’s

“All this for a

the level, “Am I that

“Then what’s your reason?”

“Just feeling annoyed.”

nodded, a classic Yasmine response. “Those were just kid’s squabbles from when we were ten. Holding onto that, or

“Do you want me to jump out

wheel tighter. “Can’t do

eyes seemed to follow her more

that they were an item. Rumors reached Yasmine, and

relationship with

cafeteria, ignoring Serana sitting across from her, Yasmine

blinked, turning to the ever-composed Boyd, and silently shoveled food into

“You’re a bit slow on

“When did this

Silence.

More silence.

misunderstanding. Don’t overthink it.” She wasn’t about to deal with a

her mouth to speak, but

she abruptly stood up as well.

Boyd’s expression darkened.

the exit. They stopped at the basketball court next to

them until Boyd inhaled deeply

frowned. “Escape? Why

know what

of nowhere, I get a ‘boyfriend’ and a love rival? Boyd, are you trying to say I’ve had it

“Who’s your love rival?”

and exhaled, “Alright,

Serana and

for the rumors, we know what’s up. I don’t mind, but if it bothers you, I can clear things

cut through

her with a penetrating intensity, “You sure you’re not just

dating or something? How come I, the person involved, am the last to know? Have you been

hers, “So, all of that has

heard the rumor, I found it ridiculous. Just the

“Why?” he pressed.

if I had to give one, it’s probably because I’m too narrow-minded to fully let go of the past misunderstandings between us. After all, if it weren’t for your insistence on linking our childhoods together, I would’ve probably stayed completely cut off from you. I think I’ve been pretty generous by interacting with

knitted together, clearly

way to make amends, and don’t confuse those childhood bonds and

disarming, silencing any retort before it could

pathetic joke of unrequited feelings. However, the look in Boyd’s eyes that she had seen in the cafeteria left