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.”

of Yasmine, the same calm

her for a long moment until he was certain the

need to settle for just any man to put my mind

So, Yasmine had seen right

I just wanted

to stay

always known Yasmine was smart, but now she realized

So why bother showing

her words hung in the air, she turned and

Yasmine coldly retorted, “I think the only good way for you to end this now is allowing me to leave. It’s clear that I don’t want to hear

Yasmine walked up to the door, changed her shoes and left without any hesitation. Her decisive silhouette, moving away, sent chills

an ashen shade of frustration as he

at the sight of

give Yasmine peace of mind, Serana didn’t

didn’t have

the soft-spoken words Yasmine had

It was over.

whether he agreed or not. It seemed she had always been this way, doing

be with her, she accepted him just as effortlessly. And when she was

the same as she was when they were kids. Exactly the same. Even

with the weight of the moment,

back to your life if

“Boyd, I really never thought things would get to this point. I never intended to come between you. But… Yasmine was bothered by my presence, and I knew she’d been

it’s not my place to interfere, but you shouldn’t force yourself to appease

across Boyd’s mind, and a short laugh escaped his lips, “Yeah, she’s so sharp. That’s why at dinner,

everything. And he thought

moment, anything she said would be

irritated. He never expected things to

“What about Yasmine?

gaze icy, “Don’t meddle in things that aren’t your

Serana clasped her hands in front of

against his brow as he rubbed fiercely,

her demeanor utterly composed. The apartment was spotless. She changed into her pajamas, flipped back

like nothing had happened at

was her way—unassuming in joy, and just as

and at others, she’d just flash a lazy smile that hid barbs beneath its surface. She didn’t seem threatening, but her impact was not

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

the one who called it quits. Was she supposed to lock herself away and wallow in