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.

it, but if Yasmine had already called for a

happened. Before getting into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget

close, kissing

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

stood there, a picture of sadness. She knew it was Yasmine

the driver

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

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

But what if…

What if what?

was pretty sure, given the context of their conversation, it wasn’t anything pleasant. However, such an exchange with Serana

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely

but not absent. After all, they had grown up together. The ties

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

concerns held

quite comfortably. Bryson even suggested she could stay in school

refuse, seemingly without ambition, which left Bryson

except when it came

their reunion. She dismissed their 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 to past events or hold onto old prejudices forever, but as time and

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by day, and her displeasure was

had passed

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

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

“Can’t drive today. Got a dinner

of

every day of my

out? I’m actually quite a fan

score came in. She’s asked us to

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, “Thinking

his head without

why

a reason to celebrate? She probably wants to share her joy with

celebration? She isn’t some academic slacker, is she? Are we going to throw a party every time she

attention to it, sometimes only

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

mood, Boyd squeezed

eyes, looking up at him playfully. “I’m curious, what exactly

left, she was at the orphanage, and after

just want a straightforward answer to what

was cold, her words

a moment, “We grew

that touched her eyes was tinged with chill, “So, the orphanage was

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

you handed out prime real estate to each of them, or pulled strings to get them

brows lowered, “Why are you so concerned about

perhaps

“No.”

herself trying to save you, almost paying with her virtue or actually

settled over Boyd’s features

two seconds, then sat up straight, turning to watch the world slide by outside

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

the argument in the back was loud and clear in

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