The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

A cold laugh cut off Boyd’s words.

Both Boyd and Serana turned their heads in unison.

Yasmine strolled out of the bedroom, her face adorned with a lingering smile, but that smile, no matter how you looked at it, was chilly.

Boyd’s brows furrowed with irritation at the sight of her changed attire.

“Why did you come out?” he asked.

“Am I not allowed?” Yasmine replied with a smile, “Aren’t you tired, Boyd? Must you meddle in everything? Is it really your business to approve or disapprove of who she dates?”d2

Boyd rubbed his temples and let out a sigh, “Yasmine, don’t start.”

“Who’s starting anything?” She walked over to the couch and pulled on her coat, “I just happened upon your argument, and well, I’m not exactly a stranger to you. Got me thinking, I might as well share some of my own confusion.”

“I’ve always been a go-with-the-flow kind of person, too comfortable with the status quo, rarely bothering to think too deeply. That’s probably why I don’t like to preach, and honestly, my values might be a bit askew. My current conundrum involves a few people and I figured I might as well sort it out. And if it turns out I’m the one causing a fuss…”

She paused, chuckled, and slipped on her coat, fixing her hair as she looked at Boyd. “You haven’t answered my question. Serana isn’t your long-lost sister, nor has she risked her life for you. Yet you’re buying her a house, taking care of her education, all under the guise of lifelong friendship. Fine, I’ll accept that explanation. But now I’m puzzled why you’re so adamantly against her dating someone. What’s got you so worked up?”

Serana finally understood the subtext of Yasmine’s words, “Yasmine, it’s not what you think.”

Yasmine silenced her with a gesture, “As things stand, your relationship with him isn’t at a point where you can speak on his behalf.”

Serana bit her lip, looking conflicted.

Yasmine’s gaze shifted slowly to Boyd, “Why so quiet? Did my question stump you?”

She fastened her coat and slipped her slender fingers into her pockets, her eyes fixed on his frosty face, her voice light and breezy, “Or is it that you’re also questioning the answer?”

Boyd spoke coldly, “No.”

Yasmine raised an elegant eyebrow, “Then tell me, why does Serana’s new boyfriend bother you so much?”

“Because he’s not trustworthy.”

“I see.” Yasmine nodded, “So, who do you think is trustworthy?”

She took two steps toward him, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “You?”

Boyd’s brow furrowed deeply. “What nonsense are you spouting?!”

“It’s over.”

face of Yasmine, the

a long moment until he was certain the words he’d heard were indeed from Yasmine’s lips. His

need to

Yasmine had seen right

I just

stay by his

at a loss for words. She’d always known Yasmine

him better than anyone. So why bother showing me sincerity with tactics you know Boyd

turned and left without looking

Yasmine coldly retorted, “I think the only good way for you to end this now is allowing me to leave.

up to the door, changed her shoes and left

frustration as he ran a hand through

pallid, trembling at the sight of Boyd’s mood.

give Yasmine peace of mind, Serana didn’t just want Yasmine to worry about staying close to Boyd. She wanted to

truly didn’t have any

by the soft-spoken words Yasmine had

It was over.

whether he agreed or not. It seemed she had

she accepted

were kids. Exactly the same. Even their parting was

throbbed with the weight of the moment, yet there

your life if there’s

point. I never intended to come between you. But… Yasmine was bothered by my presence, and I knew she’d been upset with

on that kind of man. If it’s truly your choice, it’s not my place

stopped abruptly, like a sudden realization had flickered across Boyd’s mind, and a short laugh escaped his lips, “Yeah, she’s so sharp. That’s why at dinner, she didn’t say a single word of congratulations to

And he thought he

thing: things had gone south. At this moment, anything she said would be wrong. If it was not a solution, it was just idle

head back.” Boyd was clearly irritated.

asked, “What about Yasmine? What should

gaze icy, “Don’t meddle in things

clasped her hands in front of her and, biting her lip,

his knuckles pressed against his brow as he rubbed fiercely, looking

utterly composed. The apartment was spotless. She

had

joy, and just as unaffected in

she’d offer a frosty glare, throw out a biting remark, and at others,

as indifferent as if the breakup had been with someone else entirely. Maybe there was a reason people said she was heartless. She simply didn’t want to dwell on the bad

called it quits. Was she supposed to lock herself away and wallow in melodramatic