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.”

eyes seemed innate. He had no choice but

to visit Greenfield Village. Herschel had arrived early in the morning, bringing two strangers

she finished watering the plants, she returned to the house to find an uproar upstairs. She listened carefully for a while but could only make out Boyd’s stern voice demanding someone

pale-faced maid beside her,

shook her head. “I… I’m not sure. But Mr. Boyd seems

Yasmine’s eyes flickered

Herschel could only come out of

Herschel’s cheek was swollen.

looked

a lunch

“With whom?”

brow twitched.

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 how he feels about you, so

forgive someone who made a mistake and hurt me? I also think it’s a waste of time. Instead of berating me here, trying to persuade me to let go of

might be your daughter with him, I would have come back to fight for custody, and

Yasmine’s expression darkened sharply.

on, “What would the Summers family think if they knew you had deceived them? What dignity would you have left in P City if the truth came out? If it weren’t for the fear that his return

change the outcome of a situation, just like when he chose to shoot you to save both of you. And because of

what do you really want? Did you want him to choose to shoot another woman who he knew had

slightly. She looked up at Herschel, “So, holding onto the past is my fault, and his choice is

interrupted him, “In his current state, do you think he has forgiven himself? He has no correct

Yasmine’s body stiffened abruptly.

in his position at that time, what would you choose? Would you choose to sacrifice Serana’s life and live the life you think is happy? Or, like him, choose to hurt you? Of these two choices,

mess, and if you want to be bitter or angry, you’ve got every right. But honestly… this whole grudge match? It’s just pointless. You’re not only refusing to let each other off the hook, but you’re

eyes flickered

lengthy speech of his life. “That’s all

he left

to the couch, her legs almost giving way Herscheleath her. Steadying herself on the armrest, she slowly sank down onto

revenge against Boyd, sharp and relentless. Now that someone else

a laundry list

long she sat there until Boyd came down from the upstairs study, his presence commanding as ever. He

and elegant

all that had been her imagination. She brushed off his hand and stood up slowly, “I’ve got a lunch

to her, “I’ll