The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

What was going on here? Was she pregnant too? And by the same guy?

Man, what a mess.

Yasmine went through the entire examination process with a calm demeanor, showing no expression whatsoever.

The nurse accompanying her couldn’t utter any superfluous chatter, feeling even a smile might upset some delicate balance.

For other pregnant women, going for prenatal check-ups was usually more sweet than nervous. After all, they were carrying new life—an embodiment of love and a beacon of hope for the future. So many profound reasons to be elated.

Sure, there were exceptions, but Yasmine’s level of detachment was unprecedented in the nurse’s experience.d2

Post-examination, Yasmine collected her report and headed into the doctor’s office. The physician reviewed her test results and gave her a rundown of her current condition—all normal, with some advice for the early stages of pregnancy.

Yet, the doctor’s words seemed to echo in an empty room, meeting no response from Yasmine. Noting her silence, the doctor prodded, “Is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Yasmine lifted her gaze, offering the doctor a brief glance before eyeing the papers in his hand. After a few seconds, she asked, “When’s the best time for a termination?”

The doctor blinked in confusion. “Uh?”

This was a stark contrast to her recent elation upon finding out about the pregnancy.

“The optimal time is between 6 to 7 weeks, though you could proceed now. Are you sure…”

Yasmine’s lips were pressed into a thin line, her thumb absently stroking her belly. After a while, she stood up, took those reports, and with a calm demeanor, uttered a ‘thank you.’ Following that, she walked out of the office.

The waiting room was still crowded with curious eyes that followed her exit.

Ignoring their interest, she turned her back on the maternity ward. Where Boyd had whisked Serana off to was none of her concern.

She descended to the underground parking lot, drove off, and soon found herself at a diner, where she quietly sipped her cereal before heading home.

Bryson and Derek had gone to the office, and Aliza was probably at the grocery store.

After changing clothes, Yasmine slumped on the couch and flipped on the TV, her gaze flatly skimming across the entertainment news.

Aliza returned from the grocery store to find her lounging at home. “Skipping school today?” she asked with a smile.

Yasmine straightened up, replying with a noncommittal hum.

“I got loads of fruit. Hang tight, I’ll fix you up some.”

“Thanks, Aliza,” Yasmine said, switching the channel.

After preparing a fruit bowl, Aliza asked, “What do you fancy for lunch?”

Nibbling on fruit, Yasmine recalled a little eatery she had noticed on her drive home. “Ever had Pho?”

Aliza shook her head. She was still adapting to local food since arriving from Y Country, and such a niche dish hadn’t crossed her path.

Yasmine nodded. “Let’s try that for lunch. I’ll look up a recipe online.”

Aliza wouldn’t object.

was straightforward, and they enjoyed Pho with a couple

one bite and immediately coughed from the spiciness, rushing to

was somewhat amusing, Yasmine’s face grew imperceptibly

were oddly appealing. She understood

no one else. She had no intention of changing for anyone, especially Boyd. Yet, because of him, she now craved what she once would have ignored.

could make her waver or even force her

She hated it.

Aliza recovered from the spice shock, she decided against another bite and asked, “Since when do you go

a crowd at a small shop today, and figured it must be

no, I really can’t take this kind of food. Do you still want

It would be best if I could get tired of

her persistence, silently disposed of her barely-touched bowl of

brow betrayed her irritation. With a grumpy “Who’s this?” she answered the

a pause before Boyd’s voice came through.

briefly before focusing, the drowsiness quickly replaced by a cold demeanor. “What

the end of a hospital corridor, pinched the

sarcastic laugh escaping her. “What, should I bring Serana a fruit basket and help

his hand harder against

retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm.

grip on his brow tightened, a shadow crossing his face. “Don’t

a tinge of sarcasm in her laughter. “Of course it’s nonsense. Even if I were actually kidnapped, I wouldn’t

for any further conversation on the matter, especially not

coming over,”

sardonic tone, was both cold and firm. “If you want to hear me say it’s over, then

you have to let me explain about

out of your mind? I’ve told you I don’t

the only

have the time to explain things properly right now. Stuck between two women must be exhausting, so I won’t make it harder for you. Just focus on taking care of her. But Boyd, let me tell you, if you do

Boyd a chance to respond, she hung

temper was

temples, feeling a headache coming on as he stood by the

“Mr. Boyd.”

opened

“Johnson’s been released.”

immediately, and his

everything, but we just couldn’t

throbbed as he rubbed his forehead, eventually saying, “Arrange for

nodded solemnly,

“The department heads are all waiting for you to convene a meeting about the new project development. You’ve delayed

tired, but he still went to Serana’s ward to check on her. Seeing her sound asleep, he instructed his assistant to keep a

on her

never have gone this far. She had to keep this baby; there was no going back now. From the beginning, she knew there was

on the bed,

entered the room, his brow furrowed at the sight of the

shook her head, her voice a whisper, “Where’s

a meeting. It’s important, and he’s already postponed it three days for you. If he doesn’t show

her just as he always had. She never intended to stay by his side as his