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.

his expression pained as he

glass, her mouth twisting into a wry smile as she extended

“No. Yasmine, can

to back out? Then what’s the point of this birthday

was at a

like Boyd, had seen Yasmine’s unyielding nature and knew well enough what the note at the bottom of

Adam’s apple moving uncontrollably, “I can’t let you go. If I let you go, would you come looking

with a plain and

mouth moved silently, forming words that never

who attempted to retreat, but she caught his wrist and placed the

hand over his, pressing his fingers around the jar, and then looked up at him with a light in

hand tightened, insisting he hold

her usual cold, sarcastic, dismissive ones, he was dazzled. Her eyes were so tender, a rarity in his life. Perhaps he had never

sunny, but now, she carried an air of grace that was altogether different. Her smile, without a doubt, surpassed all

stood, his

promise you made to me

by her current smile, but the harsh reality in front of him

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

else’s. His attempt to hide his pain yet showing traces of it indicated

Yasmine, the woman he had always respected, he now felt a mix of revulsion and deep resentment. He understood she had her

heart?” Herschel couldn’t hold

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

Boyd’s eyes flickered.

from you for over twenty years, and you’ve pretended not to know for just as long.

motionless, but the next second, he stiffened, a turbulent wave crashing through the depths

hesitation, anguish… a tumult of

his daughter as a father but feared this was Yasmine’s final farewell. He

the coffee table and quickly followed her. He couldn’t leave Yasmine behind, so

concerned, signaled to the two doctors. They hurriedly

the outside, ordered them

glanced at the bewildered doctors and calmly asked,

“I won’t.”

moment longer, and just as Boyd thought he

them. He was going to Greenfield Village to meet Chloe, and

followed with

with joy and

villa, and Boyd sat inside for a long time without moving. Yasmine looked over at him and stepped out of the car.Books Chapters

before finally opening the door and getting out. Facing the

how Chloe would react to the truth. Perhaps she would feel that her mother had been wronged, or even hate

the door, greeted Yasmine, and then cast a questioning look at Boyd. Boyd had

the living room, playing