The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“Yasmine, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you again. I’ll protect you, I swear you won’t get hurt again.”

Her body tensed, “Let go of me.” But Boyd only held her tighter.

Yasmine began to struggle, “Let go. You’re hurting me!”

Boyd immediately released her, his gaze scanning her body, his voice gravelly with concern. “Where?”

Yasmine pushed him away, “Stay away from me! I don’t need your protection right now. On the contrary, you just hurt me. Don’t come near me. Get out!”

Her roar halted Boyd’s advance, and after a lingering look, he indeed stepped back a few paces. “Don’t get worked up, I’ll get you a glass of water,” he said, trying to calm the situation.d2

Yasmine’s hands trembled slightly, barely able to contain her emotions.

When the door opened again, she flinched, but it wasn’t Boyd who entered.

“Madam, are you alright?” The maid asked, concern evident in her voice upon seeing Yasmine’s condition.

Yasmine shook her head.

“Mr. Boyd asked me to bring you water.”

She took the glass. The warmth seeping into her hands helped her calm down. “Where is he?” she inquired after taking a sip.

“He is in the study.”

Boyd spent the entire afternoon alone in the study, even missing dinner. At half-past eight, he reappeared in the room, a glass of milk in hand, as punctual as ever.

The next day, Yasmine visited Greenfield Village.

Three days later, Herschel unexpectedly showed up at the villa, so Yasmine stayed at home.

“Ms. Yasmine.” Herschel had always been respectful towards Yasmine, but he was not one to smile or speak much. A simple “Ms. Yasmine” from him sounded devoid of emotion.

Yasmine was puzzled by Herschel’s presence. After all, he was in charge of the affairs in Country B – it was unlikely he had time to spare for a visit here.

Despite knowing she shouldn’t pry, with Boyd’s recent odd behavior, she couldn’t help but ask, “What brings you here?”

“I’ve come to see Father.”

Of course.

“What’s… what’s wrong with him?”

Yasmine, you don’t

tighter around

“Well, I’ll

made his way straight to the study. Yasmine lingered a

noticed Yasmine trailing behind. He let the door stay open, a silent

upon seeing Herschel.

the scent of unlit tobacco wafting out. The crystal ashtray on the desk was brimming with cigarette butts – all twisted and broken, yet none showed signs of having been

he scanned the room, “You

It’s not your place to meddle

voice was firm, “Ms. Yasmine may not be entirely indifferent to you. If you continue like this, you’ll not only frighten her but perhaps cause her

head, “I won’t scare her. She worries about me? I don’t want her to worry. But I also want her to worry about me…. She doesn’t wish me well, and she hates

was happening to Boyd? Why would he say things like

worry

hates me. Get out. I’m not at the point where you need to lie and console

took a deep breath and said, “She hates you, yes, but she forced you away and now

for. She hated him, even though she knew he loved her. She chose to marry another man to punish him, to make him lose hope completely. The fact that she didn’t want to be with him now was also because

even need to ask? He

wants you to live a life filled with guilt and pain. However, whether it was the time you forced her to leave or now that she’s determined to leave you, she doesn’t want to see you suffering. You may suffer, but don’t let her see it. So father, if you truly love her, it’s best not to let her see you like this. She’s not like most people. If

eyes flickered,

a while, Boyd’s voice carried from the study, “Just leave.

clinging won’t elicit any response from her. This vicious cycle leads

the study

leave with me, so

with a stern face, crossing paths with Yasmine. Their eyes met briefly before both turned and

downstairs did Yasmine speak, “What’s wrong with

the couch. “As you’ve

scoffed. “Driven mad by me? Well, I must really be a

him. He

were back

you’ve come all this way to

live like a normal person for a few more years.

former,” Yasmine declared, without

indifference you do, he probably

how do you suppose we

to admit, she had a knack for getting under his skin. His father’s downfall wasn’t without reason, after all. “He refuses to go

That I don’t hold a grudge, and he shouldn’t dwell on

not rile him

of a heart attack,

pushed down the stairs during one of my father’s