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.

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already called for a driver,

as if nothing had happened. Before getting into the car, she reminded

her close, kissing her forehead,

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If you can’t learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the one who has to

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

the driver beside her

snapped back to reality, took a deep

worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into her thoughts in idle

But what if…

What if what?

it wasn’t anything pleasant. However, such an exchange with Serana could only happen once. The question

the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

all, they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t

students’ emotions began to settle down. They were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

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

she could stay in school if she was bored, as the challenges

refuse, seemingly without ambition, which

couldn’t fault her, except when it came to

far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self

Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

passed since their “unpleasant”

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

stepping up your game,

hand, “Can’t drive today. Got

of

day of my life

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

score came in. She’s asked us to dinner. Must’ve aced

raised an eyebrow,

head without hesitation,

this is why you

it a reason to celebrate? She probably wants to share

good score and it calls for a celebration? She isn’t some academic slacker, is she?

did indeed celebrate Serana’s achievements occasionally, though Yasmine had never paid much attention to it, sometimes only responding politely. After all, with all the tests big and small along the way, it was okay to mention a good

hadn’t realized they were actually commemorating these occasions. A cold chuckle escaped her, but anger coiled in her chest. Were they really

in her mood, Boyd

corner of her eyes, looking up at him

do you ask? Before you left, she was at the orphanage,

want a straightforward answer to

her words edged with

her for a moment, “We grew

though the smile that touched her eyes was tinged with

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

right, can it? So 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

“Why are you so concerned

she perhaps your

“No.”

sacrificed herself trying to save you, almost paying with

a layer of frost settled over Boyd’s features at

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

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

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

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