The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd paused mid-stride. “What?”

“Didn’t Serana tell you anything?”

Boyd stared at her for a long moment, a faint smile playing on his lips. “What words of hers are so important to you?”

Yasmine’s cheeks flushed with a touch of anger. “Whatever she said that matters to you, that’s exactly what I’m curious about.”

Boyd’s expression remained cool. “On the contrary, that doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”

Yasmine was at a loss for words. “If you won’t tell me, it means you definitely don’t want me to know, and if you don’t want me to know, then I guess I’m meant to be kept in the dark.”d2

Yasmine pursed her lips, mulling over her thoughts for a moment. “You can’t give me what I really want. I care about those things, sure, but if you can’t satisfy that, it doesn’t really matter.”

Boyd shook his head, not uttering a word. He had said the same thing too many times. There was nothing he could do about the one thing she truly desired.

“Boyd, if I said I’ve let you go, and I don’t hate you anymore, would you believe me?”

She fell silent for a while, then looked up at Boyd’s face. However, there was no surprise, shock, or joy on his face, just a sparse smile after hearing her words.

“I don’t believe you. How could you not hate me? Saying this is just your way of telling me not to make amends and then letting you go, right? It’s right for you to hate me. It makes me feel slightly better inside.”

His punishment deserved to be her hatred. It was the best he could ask for.

Yasmine clenched her teeth, her hands tightly clasped together. A sudden, inexplicable sorrow started to weigh on her heart.

“So what do you really want?” She truly didn’t know what to do anymore.

His obsessive refusal to let her go. His desire to entangle her for a lifetime, yet pushing her to hate him. What was this, really?

How could this toxic relationship ever come to an end?

“Just let it be. You do things that make you happy every day, and occasionally entertain me. That’s for the best,” he said.

Yasmine closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The two of them were trapped in a cage of thorns. Any struggle would leave them both scarred.

She slowly stood up, tossing her shawl onto the bed and headed toward the bathroom. “Boyd, don’t push me.”

sorrow in Boyd’s eyes seemed innate. He had no choice but to push

Village. Herschel had arrived early in the morning, bringing

watering the plants, she returned to the house to find an uproar upstairs. She listened carefully for a while but could

the pale-faced maid beside

head. “I… I’m not

Yasmine’s eyes flickered

caused quite a scene, and Herschel could only come out of the study with two shrinks. All of them

Herschel’s cheek was swollen.

into him. He looked at her, impeccably dressed, every hair in

have a lunch

“With whom?”

brow twitched.

“Ms. Yasmine, I know you do as you please. Whether you forgive or not, and how the two of you decide to live most comfortably is up to you. You have him in your heart, and you know

waste of time. Instead of berating

him, I would have come back

Yasmine’s expression darkened sharply.

that his return might make you think he’s fighting for custody, if it weren’t for the fear of you hating him even more, do you think your daughter would have her life today? Married to Damon, with two

of a situation, just like when he chose to shoot you to save both of you. And because of that thought, you lost a baby. So, if you hadn’t chosen to hide your

him? I think not. But what do you really want? Did you want him to

Herschel, “So, holding onto the past is my fault, and his choice is the correct one. I am the one who is

current state, do you think he has

Yasmine’s body stiffened abruptly.

live the life you think is happy? Or, like him, choose to hurt you? Of these two choices, which

only refusing to let each other off the hook, but you’re not giving yourselves a break either. There’s no past so dark that you can’t

flickered with

speech of his life. “That’s all I’ve got. If I’m out of line, I apologize. I won’t bring

he left the

legs almost giving way Herscheleath her. Steadying herself on the armrest,

into a weapon of revenge against Boyd, sharp and relentless. Now that someone else had spelled it out, it seemed she was the one who was utterly in

one with a laundry

didn’t know how long she sat there until Boyd came down from the upstairs study, his presence commanding as ever. He rushed over when he

a handsome and elegant

dapper as if all that had been her imagination. She brushed off

to her,