The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd slid his fork back onto the table with a finality that made the nearby maid’s expression flicker with surprise. Those words were harsh, showing no consideration at all.

Holding her breath, Yasmine watched as Boyd silently set down his fork, gave a nod, and slowly rose from his seat.

“Go ahead and eat. Just remembered I need to call Herschel back.”

Yasmine sat with perfect posture, elegantly lifting a forkful of food to her mouth and chewing thoughtfully without so much as glancing up.

The maid watched Boyd leave, and she couldn’t help but call out softly. Boyd turned back, locking eyes with her. “Make sure she eats well.”

After finishing her meal, Yasmine rose and left the dining area, her demeanor as cool and detached as if her heart were made of stone.d2

To drive someone away with such cutting remarks and show no remorse—could she really be that heartless? It seemed this woman was indeed the sort to be aloof and indifferent.

Upstairs, Yasmine found a book, and, standing by the bedroom window, she began to read. Yet it took her an age to turn the page.

Two hours later, after reading, freshening up, and promptly at half-past eight, Yasmine lay in bed and picked up her book again.

This time, Boyd entered, a warm glass of milk in hand, and set it beside her with a low chuckle. “It’s a bit hot. Give it five minutes.”

Yasmine said nothing.

Boyd disappeared into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he emerged to find the milk glass empty and Yasmine still engrossed in her book.

Ten minutes passed, and Yasmine set the book down, ready to sleep. Boyd lay beside her, her back to him.

Sharing the same bed had been the case all these years, ever since he had brought her to the B Country.

Yasmine thought Boyd might just be the most shameless man she had ever met. Her legs were numb, unable to walk or run, and she was even powerless to resist when he shamelessly crawled into her bed each night. But with time, one could grow accustomed to anything—even shamelessness.

Night after night, year after year, his presence beside her had become a routine, to the point where his absence felt like something was missing. Even after her leaving B Country and him behind, he still managed to make his presence felt daily.

Boyd watched her back, his gaze falling on the hair scattered on the pillow. He remembered her short hair from years ago as if it were yesterday. Reaching out, he gently picked up a strand of her hair and twirled it between his fingers. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

Yasmine’s eyes drifted open, settling on the empty glass vase on the windowsill. “I want to visit Little Sun and Little Moon.”

“Alright, I’ll take you.”

of plan

let her hair fall gently

Do you want to

miss one less mouth at

paused, “Okay, I’ll come after

didn’t reply, her gaze returning to the vase before she closed

breakfast, Boyd took Yasmine to Greenfield Village and left her at the entrance. “I’ll be

respond to Boyd’s

two little babies were particularly lively. The vast estate buzzed with activity, the presence of the toddlers infusing

the babies and their

ran over with tears brimming in her eyes. “My dear, I

aside, “That sounds like

no idea how much I’ve missed

apart, aren’t you being

acted like a child despite her

approached the stroller to inspect the two beautiful infants. It was hard to

affection for her grandchildren surpassing even the love she had felt for her daughter Chloe when

greeted Yasmine with a small

seemed not at all surprised by Yasmine’s presence, as if she was unaware of her mother being taken

noncommittal “Hmm.” Wasn’t she curious about her mother’s absence the night before? “My daughter doesn’t even care about me. I guess I’ll

Chloe chuckled helplessly.

cares about you more than you know. Life and death seem so fanciful when you’re with

pressed her lips together. Life and death? Hadn’t she already faced

cheeks to check their temperature before

eyes on Chloe ever since she appeared. She felt her heart melt and Herschelt down to pick him up, only to be stopped by Elizabeth. “Don’t be reckless. Didn’t you hurt your elbow

Yasmine frowned, “What happened?”

at night. It hurt at first, but if I don’t think

apparent the more she listened. “It’s because you haven’t felt real pain yet. Wait until you’ve really wrecked your

Chloe responded, “I will. After going through such pain, there’s no reason to drown in it forever, reliving how much it hurt. I

defy logic, yet they

arms and settled on the couch.

Herschelt down to plant a soft kiss on Little

subject was dropped. She might have made her stance too obvious today. After all, it was