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

had no plans to visit Greenfield Village. Herschel had

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

beside her, she

“I… I’m not

Yasmine’s eyes flickered

Herschel could only come out of the study

Herschel’s cheek was swollen.

from the bedroom just in time to run into him. He looked at her, impeccably dressed,

a lunch

“With whom?”

twitched. “A

is up to you.

think it’s a waste of time. Instead of berating me here, trying to persuade me

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 years comfortably with the Summers

Yasmine’s expression darkened sharply.

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

single thought can change the outcome 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 pregnancy from him,

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

at Herschel, “So, holding onto the past is my fault, and his choice is the correct one. I am the one who is ungrateful…? Is that what

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

Yasmine’s body stiffened abruptly.

life and live the life

the hook, but you’re not giving yourselves a break either. There’s no past so dark that you can’t move beyond

flickered with

perhaps the most heartfelt and lengthy speech of his life. “That’s all I’ve got. If I’m out of line, I apologize. I won’t bring it

he

way Herscheleath her. Steadying

things that she had indeed considered back then, but after the miscarriage, all her grief had turned into a weapon of revenge against Boyd, sharp and relentless. Now that someone else had

one with a

upstairs study, his presence commanding as ever. He rushed over when he saw her state. “What’s wrong? Are

a handsome and elegant appearance, carrying

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

out to her, “I’ll