The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1902

Serana bit her lip, silent.

Straightening up in her chair, Yasmine’s gaze grew colder. “You might not like hearing this, but you knew what you were doing getting into this. So don’t play the victim.”

Casting a glance at the sandwiches left on the table, Yasmine let out a sarcastic chuckle. “To win a man’s heart, you gotta win his stomach first. Have you managed that over all these years?”

The words were blunt, and any pretense of ignorance Serana had maintained was now impossible to continue.

Perhaps Yasmine hit a particularly sore spot, Serana finally met Yasmine’s eyes. “No one knows Boyd better than I do.”

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Serana with feigned interest, as if waiting for a sermon.d2

Serana didn’t disappoint, continuing, “Sure, you knew him before I did, but you left his side for nine years. During those nine years, I was the one by his side.”

The expression on Yasmine’s face grew darker by several degrees. “Are you bragging or giving me a friendly reminder of my place? That it’s about time I stepped aside?”

Shaking her head, Serana clarified, “I’m not bragging, nor reminding you of anything. I’m just laying out the facts to explain that I’ve grown up with him, I know what he wants, and that’s why I’ve come to accept him being with you.”

Yasmine nodded, “It seems I should thank you for being so gracious about us being together.”

“I know you must think I’m a fool, but if I…”

“What’s going on here?”

Boyd’s voice suddenly cut in, interrupting Serana. He placed a plate of spaghetti in front of Yasmine. “You ordered it. You better eat it all.”

“But I didn’t say I wanted two eggs.”

“Just eat it.”

Boyd sat beside her, giving Serana a fleeting glance. “What were you two talking about?”

Serana’s complexion paled slightly as she gently shook her head. “Nothing important.”

Boyd turned to Yasmine, only to hear her say, “It’s not ‘nothing.’ I’m actually quite curious about what you were about to say.”

Serana took a sip of her milk, “I forgot.”

Yasmine only ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards Boyd. “Are you full?”

He pulled the plate closer to himself. “I don’t think you want to hear that I am.”

Wiping her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like someone who forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

Boyd directly took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine had left.

Yasmine smiled.

After Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the call without a second’s delay. “I’ll be right down.”

Boyd watched her, “I’ve arranged a ride.”

Standing, Yasmine said, “I won’t be going to school today.”

She brushed her hair back and exited the dining room.

was off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already called for a driver, there was nothing more he

nothing had happened. Before getting into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget about

her close, kissing her

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the one

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness.

driver

reality, took a

—

Yasmine’s mind. She told herself not to worry about

But what if…

What if what?

anything pleasant. However, such an exchange with Serana could only happen once. The question remained unanswered,

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting

had grown up

They were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due to impending farewells, the pressure

concerns held little significance. In fact, Boyd’s

boss quite comfortably. Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if she was bored, as the challenges weren’t too great for

refuse, seemingly without ambition, which left Bryson at

except when it came

as just that—play, and the near-death experience as a game gone too far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

had passed

pick up Yasmine from school. She instinctively went for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door

in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up your game, not even driving your own car

today. Got

of

day of my life and never get

“Then why do we eat out? I’m actually quite a fan

score came in. She’s asked us to dinner.

an eyebrow, “Thinking

shook his head

why

celebrate? She probably wants to share her joy with

good score and it calls for a celebration? She isn’t some academic slacker, is she? Are we going to throw

paid much attention to it, sometimes only responding politely. After all, with all the tests big and small

A cold chuckle escaped her, but anger coiled in her chest.

mood, Boyd squeezed her hand, “What’s on

her gaze sliding to the corner of her eyes, looking

brows twitched, “Why do you ask? Before you left, she was at the orphanage, and after you left, she was

a straightforward answer to what your relationship

cold, her words

her for a

accepting the answer, though the smile that touched her eyes was tinged with chill, “So,

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

kids who grew up with you at the orphanage, why haven’t you handed out prime real estate to each of them, or pulled strings

“Why are

she perhaps your long-lost

“No.”

you were kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself trying to save you, almost paying

as a layer of frost settled over Boyd’s features

for another two seconds, then sat up straight, turning to watch

in the rear view mirror, catching sight of Boyd’s dark expression,

his palms sweating. He wasn’t deaf — the argument in the back was loud and clear

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