The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Assistant hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak up, “It’s hard to have the best of both worlds.”

The best of both worlds.

Boyd let out a wry chuckle after a few seconds of silence. There was no such thing as the best of both worlds. What he wanted seemed to be too much.

He looked towards Serana, who had appeared nearby without him noticing. His eyes held a hint of chill.

Serana bit her lip, her face pale as she walked over slowly. “I… I heard Yasmine woke up. I wanted to see her.”

At her words, the assistant’s eyebrows raised involuntarily, and he casted a fleeting glance her way.d2

Boyd’s voice was cold as ice, “You want to see her?”

Serana stepped back, intimidated by his frosty tone and stern look. “Because you want, you must have your way?”

Serana’s lips moved slightly, not quite grasping his meaning.

Boyd stood up straight, his expression indifferent, his gaze briefly sweeping over her abdomen. “The baby, have you decided whether to keep it?”

Not just Serana, even the Assistant was surprised by Boyd’s sudden question. Serana couldn’t figure out what Boyd was thinking. Before, he had wanted her to terminate the pregnancy.

Now that Yasmine’s baby was gone, would he vent his anger on her and be even more insistent that she abort? Then kick her out of his life for good?

She covered her belly in a slightly flustered manner, nervously saying. “You risked hurting Yasmine to protect me from harm. I have no reason not to keep it.”

Boyd watched her for a long time before nodding, “If you want it, then keep it.”

This response was unexpected for Serana, but it brought her no joy. Boyd’s uncharacteristic behavior instead filled her with fear. She didn’t know why. She felt an unusual unease.

“Don’t think about seeing her. Upsetting Yasmine won’t do you any favors.”

Serana bit her lip hard.

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When Yasmine came to, the first person she saw was still Boyd. Just like before, he was unrelenting, determined to linger.

He gave her water to drink and then made a move to feed her. She turned her head away gently, “Don’t Bryson and the others know I’m in the hospital?”

Boyd paused, “I was afraid they’d disturb your rest. Too many people around would annoy you.”

middle of Times Square now and it wouldn’t matter. The

put the bowl aside and stood up,

Yasmine didn’t move.

to have been in the hospital the whole time,

in P City, and giving her a secure life, was always upright and composed, mature and restrained. But now, seeing her, his eyes were red, his face filled with guilt and sorrow, like a deeply

had aged. Indeed, the young Yasmine, no

accused of heartlessness by Boyd used to upset her. Now she was no longer a child, and though her body wasn’t as badly

heartless, so she wouldn’t feel the tearing pain and could

life around her, and she wondered how she could ever repay him. All

bear the title of a murderer, not to let him live

have a better life than anyone else. Why did she rush to sacrifice her own well-being to fulfill the lives of

nearly cost her life, and yet she risked it again, costing her

“You… oh…”

seemed to have too many words to say, but

smiled, “Sorry for

taken you away from P City, none of this would’ve happened.

a wave of sadness washing over her. “I won’t make the

repeatedly, and Yasmine turned her attention to Aliza, “Aliza,

up the bowl of porridge,

“Alright.”

nurse taking care of

appear. And just like how no one would ever bring up the baby

if this man did

to the hospital every day, only to be stopped by the guards arranged by Bryson the moment he appeared at the door of the ward,

would leave again. The

didn’t want to see him,

in the hospital, unharmed but shaken, dealing with a heart condition and pregnancy, a situation that could not

also hadn’t visited Serana. She thought about it the question Boyd asked her at Yasmine’s door the last time, and still Serana didn’t know what point he was trying to

certain it was imperative.

of the time, she was resting. The gunshot wound, the

She had heard Serana pleading to be let

Aliza, normally so sweet and gentle, spoke of her with

harm she’s caused, she still has the nerve to darken our doorstep and

any sense of shame, none of this would have

reddened with anger. She set down the apple she had been slicing in half, got up, and flung the door open with a cold glare. “Can’t you leave us alone? There’s a limit to shamelessness.

midst of a tense negotiation with the bodyguard, was startled. She steadied her nerves and said softly, “Aliza,

snapped back, her voice sharpened

retreated a little, “I… It’s all