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.

Yasmine had already called for a driver, there

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

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As

can’t learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the one who has to

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

driver beside her

a deep

—

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?

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

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely

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

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

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

hands-off boss quite comfortably. Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if she was bored,

however, didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

her, except when it came to

She dismissed their childhood play as just that—play, and the near-death experience as a game gone too far. She couldn’t

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

had passed since their

passenger seat, but the

stepping up your game, not even driving your

“Can’t drive today. Got a

Tired of playing

could cook for you every day of my life and never

out? I’m

asked us

Yasmine raised an eyebrow,

head without hesitation,

why you can’t

to celebrate? She probably wants to

good score and it calls for a celebration? She isn’t some academic

paid much attention to it, sometimes only responding politely.

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

shift in her mood, Boyd

arched an eyebrow, her gaze sliding to the corner of her eyes, looking up at him playfully. “I’m curious, what exactly is

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

a straightforward answer to what

cold, her

for a

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

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

haven’t you handed out prime real estate to each of them, or pulled strings to get them into

are you so concerned

perhaps

“No.”

trying to save you, almost paying with her virtue or

of frost settled over Boyd’s features at her

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

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

wasn’t deaf — the argument in the back was loud and clear

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