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.”

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

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

the plants, she returned to the house to find an uproar upstairs. She

beside her,

her head. “I… I’m not sure. But Mr.

Yasmine’s eyes

and Herschel could only come out of the study with

Herschel’s cheek was swollen.

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

have a lunch

“With whom?”

brow twitched. “A

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 why push both of you into a dead end? Are you really willing to

mistake and hurt me? I also think it’s a waste of time. Instead of berating

his temples with two fingers. “Frankly, if it were me, knowing Ms. Chloe might be your daughter with him, I would have come back to fight for custody, and you wouldn’t have had to spend all those

Yasmine’s expression darkened sharply.

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 might make

like when he chose to shoot you to save both of you. And because of that thought, you lost a baby. So, if you

what do you really want?

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

him, “In his current state, do you think he has forgiven himself? He has

Yasmine’s body stiffened abruptly.

were 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,

no position to judge you. You’ve been through the wringer with this whole 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 not giving yourselves a

flickered with

just delivered what was perhaps the most heartfelt and lengthy speech of his life. “That’s all I’ve got. If I’m

that, he left

there for a long time, trying to walk over to the couch, her legs almost giving way Herscheleath her. Steadying herself on

miscarriage, all her grief had turned into a weapon of revenge against Boyd, sharp and relentless. Now that someone else had spelled it

a

until Boyd came down from the upstairs study, his presence commanding as ever. He rushed over

him. He still had a handsome and elegant appearance, carrying various marks left by the passage of

and Herschel upstairs. Now he looked as dapper as if all that had been her imagination. She brushed

reached out to