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.

Pho with

immediately coughed from the spiciness,

somewhat amusing, Yasmine’s face grew imperceptibly colder. She continued eating, her appetite

such spicy, intense flavors. Now, they were oddly appealing. She understood why but despised

especially Boyd. Yet, because of him, she now craved what she once

threat against it could make her waver

She hated it.

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

a crowd at a small shop today,

this kind of food.

be best if I could get tired of it

her

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

was a pause before Boyd’s voice came

focusing, the

the end of a hospital corridor, pinched

up, a sarcastic laugh escaping her. “What, should I bring Serana a fruit

his hand harder against his forehead. “When did

Yasmine retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm. “If I

a shadow crossing his

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

conversation on the

coming over,” he

was both cold and firm. “If you want to hear me say it’s over, then come. If not, don’t even think about showing

let

you out of your mind? I’ve told you I don’t want to talk.

was the only woman who ever spoke to

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

a chance to respond, she hung

was

temples, feeling a headache coming on

“Mr. Boyd.”

He slowly opened his eyes

“Johnson’s been released.”

darkened immediately, and his knitted brows revealed his troubled

everything, but we

forehead, eventually saying, “Arrange for more

assistant nodded

again, “The department heads are all waiting for you to convene a meeting about

recent days, Boyd was indeed a bit tired, but he still went to Serana’s ward to check on her.

find herself in the familiar hospital room. She sat up slowly, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. The thought of what she might be facing caused her grip to tighten, and her lip

keep this baby; there was no going back now. From the beginning, she knew there was no turning

up on the bed, she

the room, his brow furrowed at the sight of the distraught Serana. “Ms.

her head, her

meeting. It’s important, and he’s already postponed it three days for you. If he doesn’t show up today, other executives might

thought that Boyd had delayed critical meetings for her brought her both joy and guilt. He still cared for her just as he always had. She never intended to