The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“Boyd left this morning. He went back to B Country with Herschel.”

Yasmine’s embrace around her grandchild tightened for a moment.

Chloe’s brows knit together slightly, “Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

Elizabeth, who had been lounging on the sofa, slowly stood up, a look of concern etched on her face as she watched Yasmine.

Yasmine’s eyes glinted briefly. She masked every emotion on her face and said calmly, “There’s nothing to regret. What would regret change anyway? Am I supposed to end up like him, a total nutcase?”

Chloe pressed her lips together, “I just hope you truly believe in what you’re saying. By hurting Boyd, you’re hurting yourself just as much, if not worse.”d2

Yasmine offered a wry smile, “When you put it that way, I suppose you’re right.”

Yasmine was so stubborn. Chloe decided not to push further and bent down to pluck a thread from the stroller’s fabric.

Elizabeth looked from Yasmine to Chloe, puzzled. Neither seemed inclined to continue the conversation. Elizabeth suddenly missed her husband.

In the days that followed, Yasmine stayed in Greenfield Village, acting like any other day. She ate normally, slept normally, played with the babies, and seemed to laugh more each day as the babies grew and responded to her. She didn’t seem like someone harboring a heavy secret.

At first, Chloe was concerned, but she eventually came to terms with it. Perhaps Yasmine’s desire to rid herself of Boyd was her most earnest wish in life. If separation made her truly happy, Chloe was content to see her at peace.

However, Chloe couldn’t shake off a niggling feeling about Boyd’s abrupt departure, leaving behind no trace of a father’s responsibility.

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Three months later.

The living room was carpeted with soft rugs and topped with sponge mats for safety, and the sharp edges of tables and cabinets were all securely padded. This was all because Little Sun and Little Moon, the two bundles of joy, were now wobblingly sitting up and even crawling a bit.

The crib was no longer their small world. Toys littered the floor, and the two energetic tots were particularly lively.

Elizabeth and Yasmine had to be more vigilant than ever.

The presence of the babies was like the village’s very own happy pill, filling each day with laughter. Elizabeth and Yasmine were no exception.

Still Chloe noticed Yasmine’s temper getting worse by the day, her irritation more apparent except when she was with the babies. It was like walking on eggshells around her, never knowing what might set her off. Chloe, unsure of the cause and fearful of setting off the ticking bomb, tentatively chalked it up to a midlife crisis.

The babies rarely needed Chloe’s care. Sometimes, she got involved with some business affairs and kept an eye on news from B Country.

Herschel, being a president, wasn’t on TV that frequently, but his policies and economic movements were often in the news, and occasionally there was coverage of his regional visits.

Getting updates on Boyd was almost impossible. However, today there was an exclusive accompanying interview with Herschel, mainly focused on capturing a day in Herschel’s everyday life.

Yasmine and Elizabeth took the little ones out for a play, leaving Chloe to watch the news in the living room, curious if this ‘day in the life’ would offer a glimpse of the estranged father.

The President’s day started at eight in the morning with state affairs, followed by high-level briefings and his secretary at his side, helping to sort and summarize.

At ten, there was a personal inspection of a development area. Lunch at twelve with local government officials. Returned to the presidential residence at two, surveying en route. By two-thirty, he was on international calls with other country leaders. At three-thirty, during a rare break, he hit the gym.

Chloe found it dull. That was when she heard Elizabeth and Yasmine’s voices at the door, and she got up to go outside.

The little babies were always happiest playing outside and were reluctant to come in. She stepped out to adjust their hats and casually asked, “What would you like for lunch? I can have the maid prepare something.”

Elizabeth said she’d go to the kitchen herself later.

Yasmine, never one for cooking even in her younger days, held her precious grandchild but didn’t look too keen. “I’m not hungry. Whatever’s made is fine.”

Elizabeth and Chloe exchanged glances. Yasmine wasn’t like this before. She never settled for less, so why such an indifferent reply now?

Still, Chloe went ahead and ordered two of her favorite dishes.

As they returned to the house, the TV still flickered in the living room. On the screen was Herschel working out in the gym. At first, they paid it little mind. Women didn’t typically care for such things, especially with their attention fully on the kids. But then, the former President of B Country, Boyd, was mentioned.

The women, not long inside, turned their eyes to the TV simultaneously. There, Boyd was on a treadmill, looking exceptionally well. It was a world of difference compared to how he had looked three months earlier.

Elizabeth glanced at Chloe, who in turn looked at Yasmine. Elizabeth followed Chloe’s gaze to Yasmine.

With all eyes on her, Yasmine shifted her gaze away from the TV, set Little Moon down on the mat, where the baby fiddled with a rubber toy, unsure of how to play with it.

Elizabeth placed Little Sun beside Little Moon, and everyone settled back into the rhythm of daily life, the TV murmuring in the background.

out on the cushions. It was a sight that usually

look crossing her face as she turned towards Chloe. With a swift motion, Chloe grabbed the remote and switched off the television. The silence that

not hungry for lunch,” Yasmine

frowned slightly, about to say something when Yasmine headed upstairs. “I made plans for lunch with someone. Don’t worry about

followed her a few steps. “You said we could whip up something simple

appointments to

lips, “I’ll arrange the driver.” Yasmine was a

hard to miss even in the cold winter. She was decked out in a corduroy, plum-colored dress with intricate embroidery—a creation by Elizabeth herself, intended for New Year’s celebrations.

are you meeting that you dressed up so fancy?” Elizabeth inquired cautiously. The dress looked stunning on Yasmine, and any woman would envy her, while men would

been persistent in his invitations. It wouldn’t be right to refuse him again

of rejections, why did she suddenly feel like going out with him

her own happiness, and today’s words seemed to stem

an eyebrow. Yasmine had been unpredictably moody these

could guess one—it must be because of the man on the TV, the one Yasmine had asked to leave before. Was

Chloe began, but a sharp

glance and left

and Little Moon

is seeing a new man? But she doesn’t even like Mr. Fletcher. She’s been refusing him for months, and

in confusion, “She’s not really considering a relationship

Chloe remained silent.

could she? If she wanted to be with another man, she would’ve done

Chloe didn’t respond.

side, “But, you know, fate is unpredictable. What if there’s really

Chloe still said nothing.

giving her the details of the restaurant where Yasmine was dining with

down for their nap, Chloe got a call from Damon. “Are those

Damon’s grudging nickname for the babies,

you have

in his office chair, his gaze drifting to the

brow furrowed, “Don’t you have a craving

his voice deep and tinged with a hint of mock grievance, though a smile was playing on his

phone, “Wait for me,

you willing to part

be fine. They’re good

I’m in your debt, Mrs.

I can’t

Chloe’s words froze the smile on his face.

it’s just Elizabeth at home. I’m afraid she might be overwhelmed if the

voice stiffened, clearly in a

plenty of help at home. You’d just

internal debate, Chloe made her decision. “Alright then, thank

no trouble

breathed a sigh

time bomb on legs. After hanging up the phone with Chloe, Damon squinted in deep thought before he reached for

in his own backyard.Books

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multiple times over the course of three months, she

had always been observant; she didn’t eat much, and the dishes

looks and charm—a real catch by any standard. Even at middle age, with his looks, charisma, and financial clout, it wouldn’t be hard for him to charm women in their twenties with a

beautiful today,” he said

sip of her drink,

was surprised you accepted my invitation

Yasmine met the gaze of the man

for?” Mr. Fletcher

I please, often without much regard for others’ feelings. To be honest, up until an

cup. “Can I interpret this as me

eyebrow, “You could say

is

“Right.”

of hot tea. “Don’t feel burdened. The fact that you thought

brow twitched, “Mr.

into the whole ‘love at first sight’ fantasy. I’m not looking for a romance, but a companion to comfortably spend the latter part of life with, to look after each other. I’m fond of you,

tinged with resignation, “You haven’t given me

hit right where it hurt for most women. But Yasmine felt a weight lift off her chest, and any hint of