The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd was awakened by a groan that pierced the quiet of the morning. The sun was already spilling its light generously through the curtains.

He threw off the comforter, a headache pounding behind his eyes. A moment of confusion hit him when he saw his clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. But the sound of pain coming from the bathroom was urgent enough to shake him from his daze. He quickly dressed and followed the sound to find the source of the distress.

As he entered the bathroom, Boyd felt his headache explode into a crescendo of throbbing pain. There, in the middle of the pristine white tiles, was Serana, pale as sheet, clutching her stomach. A pool of blood, bright as cherry blossoms in spring, had formed beneath her.

“Boyd, help me,” she pleaded, her voice weak and filled with agony.

The sight sent a chill through Boyd’s entire being. A preposterous thought crossed his mind, but he brushed it aside. His face turned ashen as he stepped forward, scooped Serana into his arms, and bolted from the room.

Next door, Yasmine had returned to the private booth she had reserved for Nick the previous evening. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the sight of him sprawled across the bed, his clothes strewn about in an unseemly fashion.d2

She had forgotten all about last night. After spending the evening in the stuffy booth, the stench of alcohol and smoke clung to her, nauseatingly strong. Giving Nick one last look of disdain, she headed for the bathroom.

She turned on the tap, dunked her head under the cold water, and washed away the remnants of the night. The smoke was gone, leaving her feeling somewhat more tolerable. She didn’t bother with the hairdryer. instead, she simply towel-dried her short hair and, with it still damp, she stepped out of the room.

As she opened the door, she noticed a small crowd had gathered outside Boyd’s room. Their curious eyes turned to her, and after a brief moment of mutual surprise, they quickly surrounded her.

“Are you Mr. Boyd’s ex-girlfriend?” one of them asked. “Do you know if he stayed here last night? Or were you two together…”

Yasmine’s brow furrowed. “Why are you here? As far as I know, he’s never been one to attract media attention like this.”

Before she could finish her thought, the door to the adjacent room burst open. Boyd emerged, holding Serana in his arms, and hurried past the onlookers.

Yasmine’s body stiffened as her eyes caught sight of Serana’s bloodied and pale form. A fleeting look of shock crossed her face, but she quickly masked it.

The reporters swarmed Boyd. “Mr. Boyd, what’s going on?” they shouted.

From the crowd, Boyd’s gaze locked with Yasmine’s. For a moment, his body visibly shuddered, but Serana’s pained moans quickly pulled his focus back to her, and he hurried away without another word.

Yasmine leaned against the wall, her hand trembling ever so slightly on the surface.

Yasmine didn’t know how to describe Boyd’s expression just now. It was like… almost the same as the look in his eyes when he raised the gun at the cemetery back then.

The reporters, sensing more to the story, lingered.

“Ms. Yasmine, do you know what’s happening? The woman Mr. Boyd just carried out, is she having a miscarriage?”

“Whose child was it?”

“Was Mr. Boyd unfaithful first?”

also in this hotel? Is it

slightly. “It seems like signs of a miscarriage… I’m not sure whose child it was, but I have no connection with him at

a smile and replied with unusual patience, as if unfazed by her ex-boyfriend carrying

was the owner of a thriving company and was well-known in the city. However, his life had been relatively uneventful until now. This

the coincidence of Yasmine also being at the hotel.

this just a coincidence for you

room opened, and Derek stood at the doorway with narrowed eyes, looking displeased. “What’s all this noise

voice. “Did you sleep well last night?” She knew he probably

was fine,” he muttered, clearly

like a marketplace when it comes to getting some rest.” The voice came from beside

momentarily stunned, then exchanged glances,

still wet, and they had witnessed her coming out of Nick’s room just moments

brow suddenly, and the

Summers, Ms. Jasmine, are you two currently

have

two of you

was standing beside him. She was undeniably beautiful, but her temperament seemed difficult to

“Don’t make things up…”

you not planning to go public? We just saw Ms. Yasmine coming out of

her damp hair and rumpled shirt and felt his pulse quicken. Did they really have a drunken encounter last

shell-shocked. Yasmine had come out of Nick’s room? The very thought made his head spin. “You…

found out that he let his precious little miss lose

and Nick… Had

Yasmine leaned against the wall, silent for a moment before finally saying, “Mr. Boyd and I are already in the past. I’m not someone significant, so I hope everyone won’t be too

weren’t convinced. “But what about you and Mr.

between us. Would you write it

they fell silent. With such a big scoop, they couldn’t possibly leave it

…

the afternoon, the news had spread like wildfire through P City. The black sheep of the Summers clan had had a wild night

had moved on to a new love, who tragically miscarried at four months. The miscarriage was suspected to have been caused

then there were all sorts of rumors about exes staying in

left little room for doubt. Bryson had barely digested the news when he stormed home and landed a resounding slap across Derek’s face. Derek genuinely felt wronged, but he

and I have

“Really?” Bryson was skeptical.

had truly done anything to me, he wouldn’t be unharmed, and

sigh of relief. If that was the case,

“And Boyd.”