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.

—

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.”

in the middle of Times Square now and it wouldn’t matter. The only person who can bother

and

Yasmine didn’t move.

have been in the hospital the whole time, not

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

the hospital back then. He had aged. Indeed, the young Yasmine, no matter how badly she was injured, could rely on her youth to recover quickly and continue to frolic

and though her body wasn’t as badly hurt as

wouldn’t feel the tearing pain and could forget about this incident in the

revolved his whole life around her, and she wondered how she could

the title of a murderer, not to let him live with guilt and remorse for killing Serana, where

have a better life than anyone else. Why

her life, and yet she risked it

“You… oh…”

to have too many words

“Sorry for worrying

man again. If I had been more assertive and taken you away

sadness washing over her. “I

repeatedly, and Yasmine turned her

picking up the bowl of porridge, “I’ll feed

“Alright.”

Yasmine asked Bryson to hire a nurse for her. Bryson and Aliza took turns with the nurse taking care of her, and Yasmine did not refuse. All of Boyd’s arrangements were rejected

of days when Boyd didn’t appear. And just like how no one would ever bring up the baby Yasmine had lost, they avoided

man did not exist

to be stopped by the guards arranged by Bryson the

time, after confirming her condition with the doctor, he would leave again. The harm he

didn’t want to see him,

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

it the question Boyd asked her at Yasmine’s door the last time, and

the need to see Yasmine, she was certain it was imperative. Just whenever Serana reached her doorstep, she

had tried to visit Yasmine several times, though Yasmine wasn’t always aware—most of the time, she was resting. The gunshot wound, the knife wound, and the miscarriage had taken a heavy toll on her body,

knew when Serana came most of the time. She had heard Serana pleading to be let in at

sweet and gentle, spoke of her with a venom that made

harm she’s caused, she still has

sense of

expression unflustered, but Aliza’s face 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. We haven’t even come after you for the damage you’ve done, and here you are, showing up uninvited. What

her nerves and said softly, “Aliza, I just want to check on Yasmine. I’m partly to blame too, and I want to apologize

‘partly’?” Aliza snapped back, her voice sharpened by anger. “Who do you think is primarily

retreated a little, “I… It’s all my