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

together, Yasmine acting as if nothing had happened. Before getting into

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As

vehicle. “If you can’t learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you

a picture of sadness. She knew it was Yasmine who

the driver beside her prompted

took a

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told herself not to worry about it, but they always seemed to

But what if…

What if what?

context of their conversation, it wasn’t anything pleasant. However, such an exchange with Serana could only happen once. The question remained unanswered, fading

issue too,

had grown

few months of university, the students’ emotions began to settle down. They were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due to

held little

she could stay in school if she was bored, as the challenges weren’t too

seemingly without ambition, which left Bryson at

fault her, except when it

a game gone too far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past

Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by day, and her displeasure was no longer

had passed since their

seat, but the

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

“Can’t drive today. Got a

Tired of playing

day of

eat out? I’m actually quite a fan

came in. She’s asked us to dinner.

tests?” Yasmine raised an eyebrow, “Thinking

head without

is why

reason to celebrate? She probably wants

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

paused, recalling that during their meals together, Boyd did indeed celebrate Serana’s achievements occasionally, though Yasmine had never paid much attention to it, sometimes only responding politely.

anger coiled in her chest. Were they really

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

to the corner of her eyes, looking up at him playfully. “I’m curious, what exactly is your relationship with

“Why do you ask? Before you left, she was at

want a straightforward answer

was cold, her words edged with

a moment,

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

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

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

“Why are you so concerned about

she perhaps your

“No.”

maybe you were kidnapped and she nearly sacrificed herself trying to

frost settled over Boyd’s features at her words.

up straight, turning to watch the world slide

mirror, catching sight of Boyd’s dark expression, and felt a

a steady pace, his palms sweating. He wasn’t deaf — the argument in the back was loud and clear in the confined space of the car. How could he pretend to

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