The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd’s eyes trembled with suppressed emotion. “Don’t think you can scare me off with that talk.”

“You want to try me?” Yasmine’s gaze was icy as it met his, her expression devoid of any jest.

In truth, there wasn’t a shred of room for humor in this situation.

“Fine.” With that, Boyd moved toward Serana. “I’ll wait for you to get those scissors ready.”

He bent down to lift Serana, but the commotion had already drawn the doctor running over.

The sight of Serana with a pair of scissors embedded in her chest made everyone gasp, and medical staff was quickly summoned to take her away. However, Boyd grabbed one of them, looking at Chloe, “Bandage her up.”d2

The doctor, familiar with Yasmine, nodded promptly, “I’ll get the supplies.”

As the chaos subsided, Boyd faced the defiant Yasmine, who wouldn’t let him near her. “Have you considered the consequences if she really gets hurt?”

“I’m hoping she and the baby in her belly are all dead,” Yasmine taunted with a twisted smile, her lips turning pale. “You all owe me that much.”

Them.

Boyd clenched his fists tightly.

But Yasmine continued, “You could call the cops on me. With her dead and me in jail, you’ll be left to struggle through life all by yourself. It’s the most fair and square ending one could hope for.”

Boyd watched her for a long moment before speaking softly, “I won’t let them arrest you.”

“Then take your precious Serana and beat it. And don’t you dare show your face to me again.”

Yasmine’s cold laughter echoed, her lips now a stark pale.

Boyd’s eyes lingered on her chest, his hands shaking with tension. “Is this something we’ll never get past?”

Laughing, Yasmine suddenly began to peel off her hospital gown. Beneath it, she was bare. Her chest was still wrapped in bandages, as was her waist – but both were soaked in red. Blood from her chest wound trickled down her pale skin.

Despite her pallor, Yasmine’s eyes didn’t even flicker as she ripped off the gauze from her chest. The healing wound was torn open again, blood and flesh exposed.

Boyd’s eyes shook uncontrollably, and he gulped hard. Yasmine, with a twisted smile, tossed the bloody bandages to the floor. Then she ripped the bandages from her waist as well.

“We can get past this,” she said coldly to Boyd. “if these two wounds on my body leave no scars, and the baby that died inside me comes back unharmed.”

As the two stood opposite each other, Yasmine wouldn’t let Boyd get any closer.

there, half-naked and bleeding before

glance, she hurried to

medical attention. But what did it matter? The

by, his body tense, watching her injuries

the medicine, Yasmine’s face turned ghostly pale, beads of sweat formed on her forehead

had passed. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow.

you, doctor, I understand,” Yasmine cut her off, her voice weak as she

leaving, the doctor glanced at

long time before finally following the

the ordeal began. Even with her wounds reopened, she

enduring half a month of grief over her lost baby, why should they think she could remain indifferent? When had she ever been so

been so persistent in delivering her

was not enough. Otherwise, she felt she

—

despite this assault, she had been saved again. Her faulty heart persisted

What a pity.

went weak at the knees. She immediately called Bryson and

the ensuing weakness had her passing out until the afternoon. Learning that Serana had been saved, she just coldly

coming on as he sat on the couch, his face a mask of

see today’s events as necessary as

a moment before looking back at her, a look of helpless

you wouldn’t let this go easily. But couldn’t you have waited until you were

to heal? Two months, three, half a year? Time is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my

beside them, never

they left an uneasy feeling. Hatred was a dangerous thing, all too capable

just a shame that you can’t have it both ways. If my

Opportunities were fleeting.

she and Bryson went back, leaving

you got a non-fatal shot. Maybe, just maybe, it was the best shot at saving both of you. Plus,

each movement tugging painfully at

“But I also know that he shot me instead of Serana because he didn’t want to give her the chance to latch onto him for life, always there, impossible to shake off. Better to let his own girlfriend take the

eyebrow. “He probably did think it through. You’re so fixated on Serana, and she’s definitely trouble. Keeping her away, isn’t that better for you too? I mean, if he had shot Serana, wouldn’t you be even

matter how

“Who are you really fighting

“Myself, I guess.”

did you become