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

hair fall gently back

want to have lunch there? I can pick you

one

paused, “Okay, I’ll come after dinner to

the vase before she closed her

left her at the entrance. “I’ll be back to

didn’t respond to

were particularly lively. The vast estate buzzed with activity,

sounds of Elizabeth with the babies and their giggles could be heard. A rare

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

her aside, “That sounds

You have no idea how much I’ve missed

day apart, aren’t you being a bit

like a child despite her

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

affection for her grandchildren surpassing even the love she had felt for her daughter Chloe when she was born. Seeing them, she suddenly felt that nothing

upstairs, came down and greeted Yasmine with a small smile. “Have you had breakfast

as if she was unaware of her mother being taken

her mother’s absence the night before? “My daughter doesn’t even care about me. I guess I’ll have to rely on these two little

Chloe chuckled helplessly.

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

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

caressing the babies’ cheeks to check their

she appeared. She felt her heart melt and Herschelt down to pick him up, only to be

Yasmine frowned, “What happened?”

Chloe picked up Little Sun. “It’s nothing, just hit my elbow on the dresser while getting up to feed them at night. It hurt at first, but if I don’t think about it, I barely feel it.

an undertone of deliberateness in Chloe’s words that grew more apparent the more she listened. “It’s because you haven’t felt real pain

pain, there’s no reason to drown in it forever, reliving how much it hurt. I deserve to be happier than anyone else, and get

things defy logic, yet they

and settled on the couch. “Your arm won’t be crippled, and your speech,

lips and then Herschelt down to plant a soft kiss on

too obvious today. After all, it was her mother’s own affair. She had no right to dictate a direction