The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

A jumble of thoughts raced through Yasmine’s mind. She had only just seen Serana, and now Boyd was rushing to the hospital. Even though she kept saying how much Boyd treasured Serana, every time she encountered such facts, she felt quite unhappy.

Saying she was unhappy was an understatement – Yasmine had to admit she cared more than she let on. Reality always hit harder than mere words.

“Yasmine, is there something wrong?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.

Yasmine’s desire to speak dwindled, realizing that seeking out Boyd now seemed like a mistake. But at this moment, she didn’t have time to dwell on these matters.

In such a dire situation, life took precedence over pettiness, and she knew it.

“Where’s Boyd?” she pressed.

“Well, he just stepped out to talk to the doctor, probably to check on my condition. If you need anything, I can relay the message.”

Have her relay the message? Yasmine would rather drop dead than endure such torment.

“There’s something important I have to discuss with him personally. Give him the phone.”

“But he’s not in the room right now.”

“Are you crippled or something?!” Yasmine’s patience had worn thin. She didn’t want to die like this after living so proudly all these years.

Serana, unaccustomed to Yasmine’s fury, paused in shock.

The content is exclusively provided on Noveldrama.com. Support the translation team by reading the original content on Noveldrama.com. Just then, the door swung open, revealing the tip of a pair of shoes. Serana instinctively hung up.

Boyd’s assistant entered, looking concerned. “Ms. Serana, is there an issue?”

Hiding her phone beneath the covers, Serana feigned nonchalance. “No, what’s up?”

The assistant glanced around the room, puzzled. “I thought I heard you talking.”

“Oh, I was just on a call.”

Without further suspicion, the assistant nodded and left.

Serana retrieved the phone, contemplating the call log from Yasmine. Her finger hovered over the delete option.

She knew that if Boyd received a call from Yasmine now, he would rush to her side. Despite Yasmine’s insistence on keeping her distance, seeing each other could mean… they might break up or continue their relationship, because Boyd wasn’t one to give up easily.

If they stayed together, Serana wouldn’t stand a chance with Boyd, and Yasmine certainly wouldn’t allow Serana to linger in Boyd’s life. If they parted ways, all the problems would disappear.

Perhaps she had been wrong all along, thinking that ensuring Boyd’s happiness was enough. Now, it seemed clear that Yasmine wouldn’t bring him joy.

If Boyd didn’t go to see her this time, considering Yasmine’s temperament, she probably wouldn’t give Boyd any more chances, right?

Breaking them up was the simplest solution. Why bother making things so complicated?

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Yasmine stared at the disconnected call, unfazed. There was no extra expression on her face. Serana’s action was entirely unsurprising to her.

Her car was parked near the town’s grocery store, and with Boyd unreachable, she had to find someone else.

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When Boyd returned, his assistant was at the end of the hall on the phone. Inside the room, Serana was standing up, gripping a cup of water.

pocketed his phone, and said sternly, “You should be resting in bed, not wandering

the phone in his pocket, her hand clenching the cup

Boyd said, glancing at her before

“Boyd, wait!”

Serana’s call halted him.

it now?” Boyd asked, frowning

hesitated. “I just wanted to know

to keep

“Boyd, am I really

Boyd’s brow furrowed.

Serana pressed, “Are you worried about being tied to

her, his expression cool and

I won’t abort this baby. I’ll rest and keep my condition from worsening. And when it’s time to give birth, I don’t think there will be any complications.

her belly. “It won’t be the only one.

“Including you loving me?”

His expression darkened. “Serana…”

the assistant entered, phone in hand, disrupting the

disliked to see his assistant lose

got a call from Ms. Yasmine. Something’s happened.” The assistant hasted to say. He didn’t notice the way Serana was

expression turned

Cemetery and couldn’t reach you. She asked me to

finish, Serana’s

his phone, and there were no recent calls from Yasmine. As her assistant’s eyes swept over Serana’s ashen and distraught face, understanding flickered in

Ms. Yasmine said she called the cops. She might

finish, Boyd had already gripped his cell phone tightly and hurried out

Boyd! Wait.” Serana knew Boyd must have caught wind of something serious. She tried

“Ms. Serana,

as Boyd’s figure disappeared through

up, miss. He can’t be bothered with you

the assistant turned and hurried out of the hospital room, deciding to bring the two bodyguards from

pale, her entire body

happened to Yasmine? And she had called

had just intercepted Boyd’s call and even deleted the

something were to happen to

to the floor. If something

West Valley Cemetery…

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his family’s

up with Boyd, voicing his own suspicions and concerns, only to be met with Boyd’s dark, intimidating expression, which sent a chill down his spine. It was a look of cold fury the assistant had never seen in all

elevator, the assistant’s phone

his nervous haste. Yasmine had hung up abruptly earlier. Fearing Johnson would

a bit of thought, one could guess that

a situation, with his level of courage, shouldn’t his first

the phone

“You’re this woman’s boyfriend?”

narrowed, his voice chilling. “You’ve

nervous laugh escaping him despite his anxiety. “It’s not like she was

As he heard Johnson’s

this. If it weren’t for her, I would have avenged my son long ago. St such a young age, she’s got a lot of tricks up her sleeve, foiling my revenge and landing me in jail for years. I won’t let go of the woman who took my son’s heart, and the woman who got me locked up deserves death even

bore a clear mark of strangulation. Hearing Johnson’s words, she closed her eyes in despair.

his car, his voice dropping to an

first, your relationship must be special. After all, my goal is to

this was Johnson threatening Boyd, she didn’t expect Serana to

the phone call