The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

The car pulled to a curb and Yasmine spoke with a detached indifference before swinging the door open and stepping out.

She glanced at the nearby diner, a sardonic smile creeping over her lips. The place was one of P City’s top-tier spots, not the kind of joint a college kid with no family to speak of could afford – hell, even folks from a decent background wouldn’t waltz in there without a second thought.

Talking about splashing the cash.

Boyd followed, stepping out of the car’s other side.

Yasmine was on the edge of the pavement, the rush of traffic buzzing by. Boyd, with a furrowed brow, strode over to her and guided her across to the safety of the sidewalk.

Yasmine brushed off his hand, “I’ll say it again – I’m not feeling great, I’m not going to the hospital, and I certainly don’t need you hovering over me every second. You go meet whoever you’re meeting. I’m heading home.”d2

She pulled out her phone to order a ride.

Boyd, with pursed lips, snatched the phone from her grasp. Yasmine looked at her empty hand, her usually impassive face darkening with irritation. “Boyd, there’s a limit, you know. My temper’s been good lately, but don’t mistake that for weakness.”

Instead of responding, Boyd opened the car door and nudged her back in. “Can’t bear the thought of leaving you here to fend for yourself. Does that make me heartless and cold? I don’t think so.”

Her smile was syrupy sweet, “Heartless and cold? Those words don’t even begin to do you justice.”

Boyd slid back into the car and shut the door behind him. “Drive.”

Rubbing at her temples, Yasmine continued, “So you’re playing the soothing boyfriend now, only to deal with Serana later? Doesn’t that wear you out?”

“You and she are never on the same scale for me,” Boyd said. “Making you feel better doesn’t mean I have to deal with her. And like I said, she’s not your concern.”

Yasmine gave a half-hearted smile, watching the road ahead, “If you don’t listen to me and end up taking me to the hospital anyway, you might as well fire your driver and sell the car.”

She noticed the driver stiffen – clearly, he wasn’t deaf.

Boyd turned to look at her, his hand briefly checking her forehead for fever before letting it drop. “You sure you don’t need the hospital?”

She gave him a withering glance and remained silent. The look in her eyes said it all – she was looking at him like he was an idiot.

Boyd pressed his lips together, then took her hand gently, “Home.”

“My place,” Yasmine corrected.

He didn’t speak, just gave a meaningful look to the driver, who understood immediately.

On the ride back, Yasmine, leaning against the seat with her eyes closed, seemed genuinely uncomfortable.

As expected, Serana’s call came through. Boyd answered honestly, saying that Yasmine wasn’t feeling well – and Yasmine didn’t even bat an eyelash.

Was Boyd honest? Painfully so. Not just with her, but with everyone. It seemed ‘lies’ were not in his vocabulary. But then again, she couldn’t fault someone for being too sincere.

Half-asleep, she felt the car stop and was just straightening up when Boyd scooped her out of the seat.

Seeing they were at Boyd’s apartment, she frowned, “So my words are just bullshit to you now?”

He gave her a disapproving glance.

Yasmine knew he disapproved of her choice of words, but at the moment, she couldn’t be bothered to come up with something more elegant that carried the punch she intended.

“I have everything you need here. Aren’t you feeling unwell?”

She didn’t bother to respond.

Back in the apartment, Boyd set her on the couch. “Rest up. I’ll whip something up for you.”

Yasmine wasn’t hungry, but she didn’t protest. Just like she said, her words were as good as nothing to Boyd.

took a quick shower.

Boyd motioned for her to sit while he ladled the soup into a bowl for her. The table was set with light appetizers –

also with a bowl of soup. After a few sips, she noticed he was just having soup as well, and her eyes flickered. “That lazy, huh? You

his lips,

to

asked if she was feeling any better. Yasmine gave

day, Yasmine called in sick to school. Boyd,

across the coffee table, while Yasmine

on them and offered to come over with lunch, which

watching a

so she couldn’t help but overhear. At times like these, she felt as though women discussing their love lives were truly akin to lunatics. She didn’t want Boyd to have any secret dealings with Serana behind her back, but neither did she want to watch them openly interact under her very nose, acting as though they were guiltless.

gave her a glance, “What

“I don’t know.”

so Boyd didn’t

groggy with sleep, was jolted

up

It was Serana.

are you here?”

feeling well. Thought I’d come by to check

Nobody knew better than Serana herself that her presence was the last thing Yasmine needed. It was

bag of groceries, clearly planning to stay for lunch. She smiled at Yasmine, asking

replied, her voice light as

ever so slightly, but she maintained a smile, “Then I’ll whip

can handle it. You

head, “Let me do it. You guys did stand me up last night, so

a sarcastic laugh from her perch

for the kitchen. “By the way, guys, I

Boyd frowned, “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

the kitchen door, effectively cutting herself

darkened. Yasmine wasn’t sure if it was because Serana had shown up unannounced, the fact that she insisted on cooking, or the sudden, inexplicable desire to

sour, smirked and tossed the remote aside before standing

Well, it

stood in the empty living room,

dashed out from the kitchen

drastically lower than when

with her guest,

put down his papers and stood up, giving Serana’s companion

smile that seemed a bit out of place.

Serana a cold look

Lunch is ready. Boyd, could you

“Sure.”

her to skip lunch. Since he couldn’t win with words, he had to use force. He carried her straight to

so he threw a cushion from his chair onto the floor for

about Boyd’s feelings. She couldn’t bring herself

interaction left Patrick feeling

I added just a bit of vinegar to stimulate the appetite. Yasmine, you go

on Boyd’s foot, and ground her heel in a bit. She was frustrated but still had to be mindful of his

understanding her sudden aggression,

nonchalantly picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup, arching her eyebrows ever so slightly as if

“How is it,

another spoonful, her gaze detached, “Your cooking

“That’s good to hear.”

finished her soup without another word, and Serana promptly

offered Yasmine a bite of food, “Eat something solid.

took another sip, “Am I a child