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.

returned with the bandages, she found Yasmine standing there, half-naked and bleeding before the man. Their expressions

a glance, she hurried to tend

attention. But what did it matter?

her raw wounds was chilling. Boyd stood by,

turned ghostly pale, beads of sweat formed on her forehead and

the time the bandaging was done, almost half an hour had passed. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated tearing

understand,” Yasmine cut her off, her voice weak as she lay back on the bed, her

glanced at Boyd, “The

clenched, watched Yasmine for a long time before

opened her eyes once since the ordeal began.

grief over her lost baby, why should they think she could remain indifferent? When had she ever been

in delivering her vengeance, why would

bad she was recovering too slowly. Half a month was not enough. Otherwise, she

—

and now, despite this

What a pity.

upon hearing the news, went weak at the knees. She immediately

had missed lunch, and the ensuing weakness had her passing out until the afternoon. Learning that Serana had been saved, she just coldly laughed. “She’s got a

felt a pounding headache coming on as he sat on the couch, his face a mask

to him, “Bryson, I see today’s events as necessary as

at her, a look of

easily. But

to heal? Two months, three, half a year? Time is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my hatred wouldn’t be as

prepared soup beside them, never interrupting their

Hatred was a dangerous thing, all too

have it both ways. If my

Opportunities were fleeting.

Yasmine finish her soup, she and Bryson went back,

head and killing her instantly, you got a non-fatal shot. Maybe, just maybe, it was the best shot at saving both of you.

shifted slightly on the bed, each movement

her the chance to latch onto him for life, always there, impossible to shake off. Better to let his own girlfriend take the hit than deal

so fixated on Serana, and she’s definitely trouble. Keeping her away, isn’t that better for you too? I

can I do? In the end, I’m the one bearing all the pain. No matter how many excuses he has, he caused this, and that’s enough reason for

“Who are you really

“Myself, I guess.”

become so