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

and immediately coughed from the spiciness, rushing

amusing, Yasmine’s face grew

were oddly appealing. She understood

Yasmine, 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 ignored. She

one threat against it could make her waver or even force her to surrender things

She hated it.

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

curious. Saw a crowd at a small shop today, and figured it

take this kind of food.

would be best if I could get tired of it in the shortest time

unable to grasp Yasmine’s logic but respecting her

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

before Boyd’s voice came

with sleep, flickered briefly before focusing, the drowsiness quickly replaced by a cold demeanor. “What do

of a hospital corridor, pinched the bridge of

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

pressed his hand harder against his forehead. “When did you

home, not abducted,” Yasmine retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm.

tightened, 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. Besides, you’re probably too busy to care about me

conversation on the matter,

coming over,”

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

to let

I’ve told you I don’t want to talk. Can’t you

life, Yasmine was the only woman who ever spoke to

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

a chance to respond,

temper was certainly

temples, feeling a headache coming on as he

“Mr. Boyd.”

reality. He slowly opened his eyes and turned around

“Johnson’s been released.”

expression darkened immediately, and his knitted brows revealed his troubled

we just

rubbed his forehead, eventually saying, “Arrange for more people to watch over the

assistant nodded solemnly,

for you to convene a meeting about the new project development. You’ve delayed it for several

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

resting on her belly. The thought of what she might be facing caused her grip to tighten, and her lip trembled as silent

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

bed, she sobbed quietly

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

her

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

still cared for her just as he always had. She never intended to stay