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.

recipe was straightforward, and they enjoyed Pho with a couple of simple side dishes by

took one bite and immediately coughed from the spiciness, rushing to pour

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

were

no intention of changing for anyone, especially Boyd. Yet, because of him, she now craved what she

one threat against it could make her waver or even force

She hated it.

she decided against another bite and asked, “Since when do you go for this kind of food? Weren’t you always

a crowd at a small shop today, and

I really can’t take this kind

would be best if I could

logic but respecting her persistence, silently disposed

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

pause before Boyd’s voice came through.

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

of a hospital corridor, pinched

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

harder against his forehead.

home, not abducted,” Yasmine retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm. “If I had been kidnapped,

his brow tightened, a shadow crossing his face.

sarcasm in her laughter. “Of course it’s nonsense. Even if I were actually kidnapped, I wouldn’t reach out to you. Besides, you’re probably too busy to

any further conversation

over,” he

and try.” Yasmine’s voice, now tinged with a sardonic tone, was both cold and firm. “If you want to hear me say it’s over, then come. If not, don’t even

let

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

silent. In his life, Yasmine was the only woman who ever spoke

harder for you. Just focus on taking care of her. But Boyd, let me tell you, if you do come uninvited, the moment I see you, that’s when

Boyd a chance

temper was certainly

feeling a headache coming on as he stood by the

“Mr. Boyd.”

reality. He slowly opened his eyes and turned around after a

“Johnson’s been released.”

expression darkened immediately, and his knitted brows

“We’ve tried everything, but we just couldn’t

eventually saying, “Arrange for more

nodded

a moment of silence, the assistant spoke again, “The department heads are all waiting for you to convene a meeting about

check on her. Seeing

up, relieved to 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

her to this point, she would never have gone this far. She had to keep this baby; there was no going back now.

on the bed, she sobbed quietly to

Boyd’s assistant entered the room, his brow furrowed at the sight of the distraught Serana. “Ms. Serana, you’re awake. Is there anything wrong?” he

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

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

guilt. He still cared for her just as he always had. She never intended to stay by his side as his partner, but as