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.

but if Yasmine had already called for a driver, there was nothing more he

Before getting into the car, she reminded him,

close, kissing her forehead,

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If you can’t learn to talk to her, then

of sadness.

driver beside

a deep breath,

—

herself not to worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into

But what if…

What if what?

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

to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t be

silent than

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

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss quite comfortably. Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition, which left Bryson

except when

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

intolerance grew

month had passed since

Yasmine from school. She instinctively went for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened

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

drive today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of playing

day of my

chuckled, “Then why do we eat out? I’m actually quite

asked us to

Yasmine raised an eyebrow,

head without

this is why you can’t

to celebrate? She probably wants to share her

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

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. After all,

escaped her, but anger coiled in her chest.

shift in her mood, Boyd squeezed her

sliding to the corner of her eyes, looking up at him

twitched, “Why do you ask? Before you left, she was at the orphanage, and after you left, she was

just want a straightforward answer to what your

cold, her words

her for a moment, “We grew

her eyes was tinged

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

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

“Why are you so concerned

perhaps

“No.”

nearly sacrificed herself trying to save you, almost paying with

a layer of frost settled over Boyd’s features

up straight, turning

sight of Boyd’s dark expression, and felt a

deaf — the argument in the back was loud and clear in the confined space of the car. How could he pretend to be

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