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.”

seemed innate. He had

no plans to visit Greenfield Village. Herschel had arrived early in

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

beside her, she asked,

“I… I’m not sure.

Yasmine’s eyes flickered with

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

Herschel’s cheek was swollen.

from the bedroom just in time to run into him. He looked at her, impeccably dressed, every hair in place. “Where

a

“With whom?”

brow twitched. “A

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?

waste of time. Instead of berating me here, trying to persuade me to let go of the

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.

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 you think he’s fighting for custody, if it weren’t for the fear of you hating him even more, do you think your

And because of that thought, you lost a baby. So, if you hadn’t chosen

what do you really want? Did you want him to choose to shoot

“So, holding onto the past is

you to forgive him?” Herschel interrupted him, “In his current state, do you think he has forgiven

Yasmine’s body stiffened abruptly.

life and live the life you

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 break either. There’s no past so

flickered with

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

he

Herscheleath her. Steadying herself

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 the

always one with a laundry list

down from the upstairs study, his presence commanding as ever. He rushed

him. He still had a handsome and elegant appearance, carrying various

overhearing him and Herschel upstairs. Now he looked as dapper as if all that had been her imagination. She brushed off his hand and stood up slowly, “I’ve got a lunch date, gonna

reached out to her, “I’ll drive