The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd had lunch ready since noon, but Yasmine had slept like a log, due to the recklessness of his actions the night before and early that morning. He figured it was better to let her wake up naturally than to rouse her and face her wrath. At least that way, the fallout would be less fiery.

When Yasmine emerged, Boyd was plating food at the dining table. He paused at her loose attire but greeted her with a smile that never left his eyes.

She made her way over without a fuss, well-acquainted with Boyd’s culinary skills after all these years. Boyd was the quintessential all-rounder. He could hold his own in any high society event or whip up a storm in the kitchen, and while she wasn’t sure about his sewing skills, she bet he’d master that too if he wanted.

As she sat, Boyd slid a cushion onto her chair. Yasmine paused, grimacing slightly.

“It’ll be more comfortable this way,” he said.

She sat down with a dark expression.d2

The table was laid with all her favorites. Picking up a fork, she watched as Boyd adjusted her droopy sleeves before sitting opposite her.

She hid her reaction behind a mouthful of food. Skipping breakfast and burning energy had left her hungrier than usual, and she indulged heartily before slumping onto the couch, lazily watching TV.

Boyd cleaned up and came over with a fruit bowl. “Want to head back to bed and lie down?”

She shot him a glance. “Do I look like a slug?”

He sat next to her, glancing at the TV ads before setting the bowl on the coffee table.

Silence fell between them, broken only by the flickering ads. The atmosphere grew tense. Finally, Yasmine sat upright. “Boyd…”

He offered her a slice of fruit, his voice steady. “Don’t say something I don’t want to hear, Yasmine. I think I made myself clear last night.”

“Boyd, I think you’re out of your mind.”

He chuckled, accustomed to her blunt words. “What now?”

“I’m not exactly a saint, Boyd. I’ve got all the vices someone could dislike. Some might even question my morals. So why the hell do you insist on clinging to me even when you’re drunk?”

“That’s exactly why you should be thankful. Even with all that, I still want you.”

Her laugh was tinged with sarcasm. “Getting a bit too bold, aren’t you?”

He could tell her stance on the issue wasn’t as assertive as he’d anticipated. He swiveled, scooping her up entirely onto his lap. He didn’t resist as she pushed against his shoulders with annoyance. “What’s gotten into you?”

Boyd’s grip tightened on her waist. “How does it feel?”

She felt a tingle on her scalp, not from discomfort but from the brazenness of his question. “You’ve always been such a hypocrite under that saintly facade.”

Boyd just smiled, offering no denial. “It’s already happened. Can’t you just make it official?”

“Getting cocky now?”

His gaze fell on her shoulder, where his oversized shirt had slipped, revealing her skin. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in to kiss her shoulder before burying his face in her neck. “Just give me a straight answer. Say I’m officially your boyfriend.”

his

it as a yes. You

he could be even

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response, but

relationship. He wasn’t concerned about Boyd’s childhood antics toward Yasmine. Boyd was a kid after all. Over

her mother, who

Yasmine’s guardian, he believed she deserved the same experiences as any other person her age. If this was her choice,

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but their public relationship had always been like that of a couple for the

crawl with his public displays of hand-holding, shoulder draping, and waist hugging. And he was

He had disregarded her warnings, time and again, and turned them into a pile

to speak of in their past – it wasn’t interesting, so people

changed. Practically every corner of the

openly affectionate, some parading their love as if on display. Maybe this was just how relationships

layer of armor, metaphorically speaking. The thickening of her

the amount of time she spent alone with Boyd was scarce, to begin with. From the get-go, she understood that Serana was practically Boyd’s shadow. Wherever Boyd went, Serana was sure to follow. If Boyd got a slice of pie, Serana was there to claim her share. And if a few extra dishes graced the

her classes, Yasmine’s schedule was pretty open, but not to the extent of moving into Boyd’s place for a non-stop party. Originally, she always felt that

to suppress

a deliberate effort to give them space. No extra words were

—

the need for subtlety either, calling for a driver

where’s Serana?”

“She had

phone to play a casual game, letting out a light

leaned

kept her eyes on her phone screen, tapping away, “She knows your favorites even

laughed, neither confirming

arrived at the apartment, Yasmine watched

were greeted by the sounds and smells of

smiling. “Two more dishes and dinner will be ready. Hang

the couch, dropping her book

her book on the couch. Sitting

book shut and tilted her

as he leaned in, his voice dropping

slightly, press the book against his face, and push

from his face and took her hand

“My thesis, naturally.”

“Your thesis?”

an air of absolute certainty, Yasmine peeled an orange from the coffee table and popped a

a boyfriend is supposed

of the essential skills. So, if you can’t deliver, you’re failing as a boyfriend.

you worried about the professor finding out, or someone digging it up later?