The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Serana’s head felt like it had exploded after the barrage of words from Yasmine. Despite everything she had done, pushing everything to the extreme, Yasmine still maintained such a resolute attitude.

“Just giving up like that? What does Boyd even mean to you?” Serana struggled to keep her voice steady, her whole body tense with emotion.

“My man. But am I not allowed to choose to cut ties with a man who’s been nothing but entangled with another woman all his life besides me?”

“You… how can you be like this.”

“This is how I am. Is this news to you?” Yasmine didn’t want to hear another word. “I don’t know how much you think you know me, but you really got on my last nerve. You say you love him, you scheme to stay by his side, and you expect me to just accept you. Do you seriously think I’d want to stay with him after that? Go grab any woman off the street and ask her if she’d stick around for this mess. You win. I can’t play this game with you.”

“I’m not like that!”d2

Yasmine shot Serana a cold glance, her face set, and turned to leave without another word. She opened the door of the hospital room, and her assistant immediately approached. “Ms. Yasmine.”

“Where’s Boyd?”

It was rare for her to ask Mr. Boyd’s whereabouts, though she looked upset. After a few seconds of shock, the assistant quickly said, “Mr. Boyd is at the office. He’ll probably come over once he’s done there.”

Yasmine let out a scoff. With his precious Serana suffering in the hospital, how could he not come to take care of her personally?

“Ms. Yasmine, why don’t you wait here for him.”

“No need, I’ll find him.” She had no patience to stay with Serana any longer.

As she looked ready to leave with a particularly sour expression, the assistant, fearing a direct confrontation at the office, quickly caught up. “Ms. Yasmine, Mr. Boyd has arranged for so many people to be here with Ms. Serana because the criminal who kidnapped her years ago was recently released from prison. He’s worried the guy might still hold a grudge and come after her.”

Yasmine stopped in front of the elevator, and the assistant hurriedly pressed the button for her. “Don’t bother with that. Boyd always has a pile of justifiable reasons for whatever he does.”

As the elevator doors slid open, Yasmine stepped in without hesitation, and the assistant hesitated for a few seconds before joining her just as the doors were about to close.

Yasmine frowned, but she didn’t say a word.

“Ms. Yasmine…”

“If you followed me to sing praises of your Mr. Boyd’s chivalry and deep affection, save it. I don’t want to hear it. Even if you paint him as a saint, it’s pointless.”

The assistant’s face twitched with embarrassment. Ms. Yasmine might have been beautiful, but her personality and temper was offputting. What was Mr. Boyd thinking, insisting on having such a firecracker by his side?

The assistant didn’t know what to say and stood awkwardly next to Yasmine.

“But…” Suddenly, Yasmine spoke, and the assistant quickly focused on her. “I suppose that man probably hates me even more.”

The assistant blinked, “Uh?”

Yasmine didn’t respond and walked out of the elevator as the doors opened.

The assistant followed. “Ms. Yasmine, shall I arrange for someone…”

“No need.”

The assistant slowed to a stop, watching her disappear around the corner to the underground parking garage, shaking his head helplessly before stepping back into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, he heard the sound of a car unlocking from the garage.

Then his phone rang. Serana had passed out in her room.

After a quick examination, they concluded that Serana’s heart condition had flared up. Fortunately, it wasn’t serious, and after emergency

her condition with the doctors,

had rarely suffered such episodes, and now with a pregnancy, Boyd put

him as he arrived with quick strides. “The situation has stabilized, but the doctors are advising against continuing the pregnancy. The baby is fine this time, but there’s no guarantee she’ll be lucky again if another episode occurs. And we

did she have an

“Uh…” The assistant paused.

and Boyd glanced at

by just now.” The

furrowed.

asked her

she just showed up?” Boyd was puzzled. “When

head awkwardly. Boyd clearly knew what kind of person Yasmine was but still

—

She smiled weakly at

finally speaking.

she shook her head, her lips trembling,

warning. “Serana,

as she laid all her cards on the table.

Boyd’s voice came down like a cold, hard hammer, “Yasmine gave me no end of grief over you. I’ve been nothing but open and honest with you, and you know

for you, Boyd. Yasmine wouldn’t even entertain the thought. With the way she is, even if you two stayed together, you’d always have

willing to die for

words struck Serana

thought like that, I’d be better off letting her go sooner rather than later. As for her temper, she was my choice. If that

moment, Serana forgot how to blink.

no longer considered

live, and Boyd wanted Yasmine to live as well. What a rare kind of

more. “So, offering you my life doesn’t even earn me a second

her distraught, Boyd felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. “Your life is more important than anything. You have to take responsibility for your own life. I can’t be

a final line between

a long moment before she finally said, “Can we… can we pretend I never said

look. “We can pretend, sure. But

talk with me a little, will you? It’s

“I told Yasmine a lot just now. Aren’t you curious what we talked about? I don’t think

moments, then, with a resigned sigh, he unbuttoned his

it’s not, she doesn’t seem to believe me. She also said that if

colder. His assistant had told him about her visit to

hasty. If she hadn’t seemed so determined

—

she had seriously crossed Serana in a past life, because it seemed like the universe had sent her

car door, a knife suddenly pressed

to know if she was Serana, Yasmine felt an overwhelming urge to tear Serana apart. Serana had just shared her “woe is me” life story,

that the same thug who used to be just a story was now holding a knife to her side made her want to curse the

not the person

waist, and

Johnson quickly bound Yasmine’s hands and shoved her into the car. He then jumped into Yasmine’s vehicle, started it up, and

Johnson

not her, who are you? The man who came

is that? Can’t a man know other women? I was visiting a patient, that’s

seemed to waver, his entire demeanor growing more frantic. “Shut up! I won’t believe you. You look familiar, there’s no way you