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 was nothing more

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

pulled her close, kissing

to her, then

a picture of

the driver beside her prompted

a

—

She told herself not to worry about it, but they always seemed

But what if…

What if what?

However, such an exchange with Serana could only happen once. The question remained

the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

had grown up together. The

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

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

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if she was bored, as the challenges weren’t too great for

seemingly without ambition, which left Bryson at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

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 events proved,

intolerance grew day

month had passed

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school. She instinctively went for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and walked out, gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was already

really stepping up your game, not even driving your own car

her hand, “Can’t drive today.

Tired of playing

every day of my life and never

out? I’m actually quite a fan

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

Yasmine raised an eyebrow,

head

is why you can’t drive

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

never paid much attention to it, sometimes only responding politely. After all,

anger coiled in her chest. Were they really having their own

her mood, Boyd squeezed her

corner of her eyes, looking up at him playfully. “I’m curious, what

Before you left, she was at the orphanage, and

just want a straightforward answer

her words edged

at her for a moment, “We

together.” She repeated, seemingly accepting the answer, though the smile that touched her eyes was tinged with chill, “So, the orphanage was left with just the

Boyd’s brows furrowed.

prime real estate

are you so concerned about

perhaps your

“No.”

trying to save you,

of frost settled

up straight, turning to watch

catching sight of Boyd’s dark expression, and felt

— 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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