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 of simple side dishes

took one bite and immediately coughed from the spiciness,

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

she’d shunned such spicy, intense flavors. Now, they were oddly appealing. She

Boyd. Yet, because of him, she now craved what she once would have ignored. She loathed the

one threat against it could make her waver or even

She hated it.

bite and asked, “Since when do you go for this kind of

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

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

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

but respecting her persistence,

ringing phone, her furrowed brow betrayed her irritation. With a grumpy “Who’s

was a pause before Boyd’s voice came

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

end of a hospital corridor, pinched

bring Serana a fruit basket and

harder against his forehead. “When did

her voice laced with sarcasm. “If I

a shadow crossing his

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

any further conversation on the matter, especially not over the

over,”

both cold and firm. “If you want to hear me say it’s over, then come. If not,

let

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

his life, Yasmine was the only woman who

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

Boyd a chance to

was

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

“Mr. Boyd.”

opened

“Johnson’s been released.”

immediately, and his knitted brows

we just

his forehead, eventually saying,

assistant nodded solemnly,

moment of silence, the assistant spoke again, “The department heads are all waiting for you to convene a meeting about the new project development. You’ve delayed it

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

She sat up slowly, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. The

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

up on the bed, she

room, his brow furrowed at the sight of the distraught Serana. “Ms. Serana, you’re awake.

her voice a

three days for you. If he doesn’t show up today,

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