The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Herschel’s eyes caught the flash of panic that swept across Boyd’s face.

Yasmine said, “After all, it was my birthday present. Remember what you said when you gave it to me?”

Even though Herschel didn’t know exactly what had happened back then, Boyd’s expression had given him a pretty good guess.

Boyd’s face went pale, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides. “Yasmine…”

“Boyd, I actually believe you love me. Otherwise, why do you think I would hold onto the pain of our separation all these years without seeking revenge?”

It was clear to everyone. Yasmine had made her move. And Boyd, no doubt, was acutely aware.d2

Yasmine always knew Boyd was sharp, his gaze usually filled with wisdom and calm. She understood that he knew very well himself.

Just look at him now. Boyd showed no reaction. He knew, after all.

Anger began to coil within Herschel. If anyone dared claim to be the worst in the world, they’d be second to her. She had a way of tormenting someone without even being present, a talent unmatched.

“I love you.” Boyd’s head hung low as he stood opposite her, his eyes downcast and unreadable, but his voice, hoarse and subdued, betrayed his turmoil, grief, and helplessness.

Yasmine’s lips curled into a smile. “I know, and that’s why I think you remember every promise you made to me, including the one about the birthday gift.”

After speaking, she glanced at him, murmured “Wait for me,” and climbed the stairs.

Boyd remained motionless. The moment Yasmine turned, he thought of fleeing. He guessed what she was going to do upstairs. He didn’t want to face what was coming, but she had asked him to wait.

Herschel could feel the restraint and anxiety emanating from Boyd, knowing he was desperate to escape. Boyd’s emotions were on the verge of explosion; Herschel’s face turned stern as he reached for Boyd’s arm.

“Dad.”

He hesitated as his eyes fell on Boyd’s clenched fists, the veins on his forearms protruding, muscles taut and trembling.

Herschel’s heart sank. He signaled to the two men beside him, who immediately took action. One stood by Boyd’s side while the other opened a case he had been carrying.

The sound of the case unlocking made Boyd flinch. He turned to see the open case. The restraint in his eyes finally quivered. He slowly looked up at Herschel, his body still, his voice scraping harshly. “Get out.”

Herschel was taken aback by the extreme coldness in his demeanor. “Dad, what you need right now is to stay calm, or Ms. Yasmine will…”

He was interrupted by a faint noise from the staircase.

Boyd’s face, already roiling with emotion, suddenly composed itself, although his expression remained unnatural for a few seconds before he turned to look up the stairs. The hands that had been clenched now relaxed slightly.

When he saw Yasmine’s figure and the clear glass bottle in her hands, he couldn’t help but step back.

The doctors behind him had prepared the injection, waiting silently for instruction.

expression pained as he shook his head

mouth twisting into a wry smile as she extended the glass bottle towards

back again. “No. Yasmine, can we not

you want to back out? Then what’s

was at

knew well enough what the note at the bottom of

uncontrollably, “I can’t let you go. If I let you go, would you come looking for me on your

with a plain and simple answer.

answer was expected. Boyd’s mouth moved silently, forming words that

but she caught his wrist and placed the glass jar into his hand. Yasmine felt Boyd’s hand,

away as if it were a hot potato, but Yasmine gently laid her hand over his, pressing his fingers around the jar, and

tightened, insisting he hold the

sincere smile on Yasmine’s face, unlike her usual cold, sarcastic, dismissive ones, he was dazzled. Her eyes were so

she carried an air of grace that was altogether different. Her smile,

stood, his expression

you made to me all those years ago. There’s no

current smile, but the harsh reality

apple bobbing with a series of swallows. Despite his efforts to rein in his emotions, the more he tried to

room felt, that Boyd’s limit was surely above everyone else’s. His attempt to

now felt a mix of revulsion and deep resentment. He understood she had her unforgivable stance and reasons, but what he saw now was a woman punishing his father in the cruelest way imaginable. He couldn’t

you no heart?” Herschel couldn’t hold

him, withdrawing her hand, and addressed Boyd, “How are you holding up? If you can, come with

Boyd’s eyes flickered.

long. Now, there’s no need for secrets anymore. Chloe is your daughter,

was motionless, but the next second, he stiffened, a

tumult of emotions mingled, throwing

meet his daughter as a father but feared this was Yasmine’s final farewell. He was torn, caught in a contradictory loop,

the coffee table and

concerned, signaled to the two doctors. They hurriedly

reaching the outside, ordered them to

the car, glanced at the bewildered doctors and calmly asked, “Are you

“I won’t.”

just as Boyd thought he should bring the two along, Yasmine spoke again. “As long

meet Chloe, and having two doctors tagging along would

with the two

joy and a particularly cheerful

inside for a long time without moving. Yasmine looked over at him

Facing the closed gates, he was closer

that he was here, he felt fear. He wondered how Chloe would react to the

and then cast a questioning look at Boyd. Boyd had no choice

Elizabeth were in the living room, playing with Little Sun and