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.

see it, but if Yasmine had already called for a driver,

had happened. Before getting into the car, she

close, kissing her forehead,

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

of sadness. She knew it was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver beside her

back to reality, took a deep breath, and got into

—

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

But what if…

What if what?

However, such an exchange with Serana could

issue too, rarely

not absent. After all, they had grown up

more silent than

like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In fact, Boyd’s focus had

things, played the hands-off boss quite comfortably. Bryson even suggested she could

refuse, seemingly without ambition, which left

except

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

off. Her intolerance grew day by

had passed since

up Yasmine from school. She instinctively went for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and walked out, gesturing towards

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

her hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of playing

for you every day of my life and never get

why do we eat out? I’m actually quite a fan of your

in. She’s asked us to dinner. Must’ve

an

head without hesitation,

why you

She probably wants to share her

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

occasionally, though Yasmine had never paid much attention to

were actually commemorating these occasions. A cold chuckle escaped her, but anger coiled in her chest. Were they really having their own little world

her mood, Boyd

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

was at the orphanage, and after you left, she was

just want a straightforward answer to

cold, her

for a moment, “We

together.” She repeated, seemingly accepting the answer, though the smile that touched her eyes was tinged with chill, “So, the orphanage was left with just the two of you

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 pulled strings to get them into Summit Ridge University, or joined them for a celebratory meal for their good

brows lowered, “Why are you so

perhaps your

“No.”

trying to save you,

layer of frost settled over

up straight, turning to watch the

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

continued at 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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