The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1932
Boyd’s grip on the car door handle tightened abruptly.
Yasmine leaned to the side to fasten her seatbelt. The man straightened up and casually remarked to Boyd, “Drive safe, buddy.” But the moment he caught a glimpse of Boyd’s dark, brooding eyes, he paused, a flicker of confusion crossing his gaze as he looked Boyd over.
Boyd shut the car door, lingering there for a long moment before he walked around the vehicle and got in.
The car started silently. Yasmine noticed the strain in Boyd’s grip on the steering wheel, the veins on the back of his hand standing out, a clear sign of his tension. Yet his expression was unchanged, calm, without a ripple of emotion.
“How’s the food at this place?” Boyd finally asked, after they had been on the road for a while.
“It’s decent.”d2
“I’ll take you here next time.”
“No need. I’d rather not come back anytime soon.”
“We’ll come back when you feel like it then.”
“You don’t have to drive me around next time.”
“Next time…” Boyd repeated the words, his eyes seeming to darken.
Back at the villa, the two entered the house. Boyd told the housekeeper, “Make sure she has dinner on time,” before heading upstairs without another word.
The unspoken message was clear: he wouldn’t be joining for dinner.
This is exclusive content from Noveldrama.com (Swnovel). Please read it on Noveldrama.com to support the author and the translation team!. Indeed, he didn’t show up for dinner or even later that night, and the usual glass of milk he brought to her himself was instead delivered by the housekeeper.
Yasmine held the milk glass, noting its temperature was almost the same as when Boyd brought it.
“Ma’am, I’ve watched Mr. Boyd warm the milk every day. I know exactly how much to pour, how to set the heat setting, and how many minutes to warm it. You usually read for another ten minutes before drinking it, right? The first time I reminded him it might be too hot, he just told me offhand.”
Yasmine gazed down at the glass, her fingers tightening slightly.
After a moment of hesitation, the housekeeper added, “But ma’am, Mr. Boyd hasn’t had dinner yet tonight. He ordered me to bring you this milk. He’s been in the study for nearly eight hours now, not eating or drinking anything. Is he really all right?”
the clock beside her and remained silent for a moment before
left with
as usual. Instead, she got out of bed, glass in hand,
stars shining brightly. The yard lights below were still on, and two housekeepers were taking out the trash, their voices and
young, living their lives in their own way. Did they have difficult pasts? Perhaps. Maybe they had gone hungry, couldn’t afford their favorite dress, stumbled on the path to their dreams, or endured an
seemed to be doing
these years of
bottle on the windowsill. She had found it when she first moved in but thought… it couldn’t be
he gave her at the orphanage with her and kept it at Peck’s Manor. She hadn’t brought it to Summers, and she hadn’t noticed what became of it when Bryson’s family
taken it, how could it have ended up with Boyd? It couldn’t be the
the bottle, she was at a loss for words. After all these years, the bottle had somehow made its
birthday gift, she never made a
promised to fulfill any wish she put in the bottle, and she hadn’t taken it lightly. It was just that they had spent so much time arguing. By the time they met again, there wasn’t much she wanted. The Pecks never
traced the smooth surface of the glass. She wondered if the bottle would be as useful as he once
back. She turned away, placing
was nine o’clock, and Boyd still
Nine-thirty, still nothing.
o’clock, and still
and at some point,
bed and stopped beside Yasmine. The dim light in the room allowed him to see
blanket over her, but as he saw her shoulder up close, the dark depths of his eyes seemed to collide with a surge of emotion, and his brow twitched visibly. His grip on the blanket tightened, his hand shaking with
simple action, Boyd’s forehead was beaded with sweat. He Herschelt down slightly and
his arm resting on his Herschelt
nervous and careful when he touched her. And yet, that man had dared to touch her so
had been with Nick for so many years, and he had forced
of her being intimate with another man was unbearable.
he do? He still wanted her, but she refused
if stung,
really thinking of pulling the same stunt, picking another man to force his surrender? To push him away,
his hand
locked himself away in the den for the entire night, wrestling with the fury coiling in his chest. The urge to storm out,
out, blame him, resent
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