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

Boyd had stepped off the treadmill, and the camera zoomed in on him. Yasmine stood up, an icy look crossing her face as she turned towards Chloe. With a swift motion, Chloe grabbed

not hungry for lunch,” Yasmine suddenly

slightly, about to say something when Yasmine headed upstairs.

whip up something simple just a while ago. And who’s invited

I need to report all my appointments to you?

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

the cold winter. She was decked out in a corduroy, plum-colored dress with intricate embroidery—a creation by Elizabeth herself, intended

up so fancy?” Elizabeth inquired cautiously. The dress looked stunning on Yasmine,

his invitations. It

three months of rejections, why did she suddenly feel like going

She lived for her own happiness, and today’s

these past few days, and her

one Yasmine had asked to leave before. Was Yasmine upset seeing him doing better than expected, and now she needed

began, but a sharp look from Yasmine

about to say, Yasmine shot her a warning glance and left the house, her driver holding the car door open for

the living room where Little Sun and Little Moon were

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

tilting her head in confusion, “She’s not really considering a relationship with Mr. Fletcher,

Chloe remained silent.

another man, she would’ve

Chloe didn’t respond.

if there’s really something between her and Mr. Fletcher? Maybe

Chloe still said nothing.

the restaurant where Yasmine was dining with Mr. Fletcher. Chloe thought it

babies down for their nap, Chloe got a

Damon’s grudging nickname for the babies, who indeed

have in mind

his office chair, his gaze drifting to the leather couch in front of

you have a

phone, his voice deep and tinged with a hint of mock grievance, though a smile was playing on his lips. “Just something to fill the

let out a sigh through the phone, “Wait for me, I’ll bring

you willing to part with those two little

be fine. They’re

in your debt, Mrs.

I

Damon could relish the moment, Chloe’s words froze the smile on

at home. I’m afraid she might be overwhelmed if the

clearly

help at home. You’d just be out for an afternoon, so he wouldn’t have the chance to

much hesitation and internal debate, Chloe made her decision. “Alright then, thank you for

trouble

a sigh

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

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multiple times over the course of three months, she felt a bit uneasy. She couldn’t quite figure out how to properly respond

Fletcher ordered a few dishes that Yasmine remembered well. He had always been observant; she didn’t eat much, and the dishes she had liked before were merely revisited

financial clout, it wouldn’t be hard for him to charm women in their twenties with a mere wave of his

beautiful today,” he said with

took a sip of her

admit, I was surprised you accepted

met the gaze of the man across from her, “I

Fletcher asked,

your offers for over three months, and for suddenly accepting now. I usually do as I please, often without much regard for others’ feelings. To be honest, up until

from his cup. “Can I

an eyebrow, “You could

is why you

“Right.”

feel burdened. The fact that you thought of using me at all

brow twitched, “Mr.

“I think you’re overthinking it. I admit I’m fond of you, but it’s just that—a fondness. We’ve both lived over forty years, and we know what we feel. I don’t really buy into the whole ‘love at first sight’

tinged with resignation, “You haven’t given me a chance to truly get to

superficial fondness—all seemed to hit right where it hurt for most women. But Yasmine felt a weight lift off her