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?”

are you also in this hotel? Is it

a miscarriage… I’m

as if unfazed by her ex-boyfriend

thriving company and was well-known in the city. However, his life

Yasmine

this just a coincidence for you as

room opened, and Derek stood at the doorway

glanced at him with a cold voice. “Did you sleep well last night?” She knew he

shivered, suddenly more awake. “It was fine,” he muttered, clearly unimpressed

like a marketplace when it comes to getting some rest.”

reporters saw Nick, they were momentarily stunned, then exchanged glances, and finally focused their

witnessed her coming out of Nick’s room just moments ago. A man and a woman staying in the

furrowed her brow suddenly, and

are you

how long have you

the two of

by these sudden questions. He glanced at Yasmine, who was standing beside him. She was undeniably beautiful, but her temperament

“Don’t make things up…”

We just saw Ms. Yasmine coming out of your room

and felt his pulse

come out of Nick’s room? The very thought made his head spin. “You…

him or what? If his father found out that he let his precious little miss lose her virtue to someone like Nick, a wasteful and irresponsible guy, would he even have a chance to catch his

and Nick… Had they

“Mr. Boyd and I are already in the past. I’m not someone significant, so I hope everyone won’t be too

convinced. “But what about you and

us. Would you write

reporters pause for a moment, and they fell silent. With

…

like wildfire through P City. The black sheep of the Summers clan had had

who tragically miscarried at four months. The miscarriage was suspected to have been caused by

there were all sorts of rumors about exes staying in the same hotel while seeing other

he stormed home and landed a resounding slap across Derek’s face. Derek genuinely felt wronged, but he had indeed

“Nick and I have nothing to do with each other, and that

“Really?” Bryson was skeptical.

if Nick had truly done anything to me, he wouldn’t be unharmed, and Derek likely

Derek and let out a sigh of

“And Boyd.”