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.

they enjoyed Pho with a couple of simple side dishes by

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

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

were oddly appealing.

and 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

one threat against it could make her waver or even force

She hated it.

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

a small shop today, and figured it

I really can’t take this kind of food. Do you still want

could

her persistence, silently disposed of

as Yasmine was jolted awake by her ringing phone, her furrowed brow betrayed her

before Boyd’s voice

eyes, still heavy with sleep, flickered briefly before focusing, the drowsiness quickly replaced by

the end of a hospital corridor, pinched the bridge of his nose.

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

hand harder against his

voice laced with sarcasm.

grip on his brow tightened, a shadow

course it’s nonsense. Even if I were actually kidnapped, I wouldn’t reach out to you. Besides,

conversation on the matter, especially not over the

coming over,”

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 think about showing up right now. Hearing your voice is

you have to let

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

his life, Yasmine was the only woman who ever spoke to

believe you don’t really 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 come uninvited, the moment I see you, that’s when I’ll cut you out of my life

chance

temper was certainly

a headache coming on as he stood by the window, eyes

“Mr. Boyd.”

slowly opened his eyes and turned around after a brief pause. “What is

“Johnson’s been released.”

immediately, and his knitted

looked troubled, “We’ve tried everything, but we just couldn’t keep it under

he rubbed his forehead, eventually saying, “Arrange for

assistant nodded

all waiting for you to convene a meeting about the new

her. Seeing her sound asleep, he instructed his

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 caused

keep this baby; there

bed, she sobbed quietly to

furrowed at the sight of the distraught Serana. “Ms. Serana, you’re awake. Is there anything wrong?” he

her head, her

and he’s already postponed it three days for you.

Boyd had delayed critical meetings for her brought her both joy and guilt. He still cared for her just as he always had. She