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.

already called for a driver, there

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

pulled her close, kissing her

headed to another vehicle. “If you can’t learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the

there, a picture of sadness. She knew it was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver

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

—

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

But what if…

What if what?

wasn’t anything pleasant. However, such an exchange

the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

grown up together.

were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due to impending farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on long-awaited journeys, or

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held

could stay in school if she was bored, as the

refuse, seemingly without ambition, which left Bryson at

fault her, except

the near-death experience as a game gone too far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to

intolerance grew day by day, and her displeasure was

had passed since their “unpleasant”

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

you’re really stepping up your

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

Tired of playing

could cook for you every day of my

chuckled, “Then why do we eat out? I’m actually quite a fan of your

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

tests?” Yasmine raised an eyebrow,

his head

why you can’t

reason to celebrate? She probably wants to share

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 finishes 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

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

shift in her mood, Boyd squeezed her hand, “What’s

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

was at the orphanage,

want a straightforward answer to

was cold, her words edged with

looked at her for a moment, “We grew up

was tinged with chill, “So, the orphanage was left with just the two of you

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

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

are

perhaps

“No.”

sacrificed herself trying to save you, almost paying with her

of frost settled over Boyd’s features at her words.

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

catching sight of Boyd’s dark expression, and

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

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