The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1893
The car pulled to a curb and Yasmine spoke with a detached indifference before swinging the door open and stepping out.
She glanced at the nearby diner, a sardonic smile creeping over her lips. The place was one of P City’s top-tier spots, not the kind of joint a college kid with no family to speak of could afford – hell, even folks from a decent background wouldn’t waltz in there without a second thought.
Talking about splashing the cash.
Boyd followed, stepping out of the car’s other side.
Yasmine was on the edge of the pavement, the rush of traffic buzzing by. Boyd, with a furrowed brow, strode over to her and guided her across to the safety of the sidewalk.
Yasmine brushed off his hand, “I’ll say it again – I’m not feeling great, I’m not going to the hospital, and I certainly don’t need you hovering over me every second. You go meet whoever you’re meeting. I’m heading home.”d2
She pulled out her phone to order a ride.
Boyd, with pursed lips, snatched the phone from her grasp. Yasmine looked at her empty hand, her usually impassive face darkening with irritation. “Boyd, there’s a limit, you know. My temper’s been good lately, but don’t mistake that for weakness.”
Instead of responding, Boyd opened the car door and nudged her back in.
“Can’t bear the thought of leaving you here to fend for yourself. Does that make me heartless and cold? I don’t think so.”
Her smile was syrupy sweet, “Heartless and cold? Those words don’t even begin to do you justice.”
Boyd slid back into the car and shut the door behind him. “Drive.”
Rubbing at her temples, Yasmine continued, “So you’re playing the soothing boyfriend now, only to deal with Serana later? Doesn’t that wear you out?”
“You and she are never on the same scale for me,” Boyd said. “Making you feel better doesn’t mean I have to deal with her. And like I said, she’s not your concern.”
Yasmine gave a half-hearted smile, watching the road ahead, “If you don’t listen to me and end up taking me to the hospital anyway, you might as well fire your driver and sell the car.”
She noticed the driver stiffen – clearly, he wasn’t deaf.
Boyd turned to look at her, his hand briefly checking her forehead for fever before letting it drop. “You sure you don’t need the hospital?”
She gave him a withering glance and remained silent. The look in her eyes said it all – she was looking at him like he was an idiot.
Boyd pressed his lips together, then took her hand gently, “Home.”
“My place,” Yasmine corrected.
He didn’t speak, just gave a meaningful look to the driver, who understood immediately.
On the ride back, Yasmine, leaning against the seat with her eyes closed, seemed genuinely uncomfortable.
As expected, Serana’s call came through. Boyd answered honestly, saying that
Yasmine wasn’t feeling well – and Yasmine didn’t even bat an eyelash.
Was Boyd honest? Painfully so. Not just with her, but with everyone. It seemed ‘lies’ were not in his vocabulary. But then again, she couldn’t fault someone for being too sincere.
Half-asleep, she felt the car stop and was just straightening up when Boyd
scooped her out of the seat.
Seeing they were at Boyd’s apartment, she frowned, “So my words are just
bullshit to you now?”
He gave her a disapproving glance.
Yasmine knew he disapproved of her choice of words, but at the moment, she
couldn’t be bothered to come up with something more elegant that carried the
punch she intended.
have everything you need here. Aren’t you feeling
didn’t bother to
Boyd set her on the
up for you.”
didn’t protest. Just like she
as nothing to
took a
scent of
for her to sit while
for her. The table was set with light appetizers – nothing fried,
refreshingly appetizing.
in as soon
with a bowl of soup. After a few sips, she noticed he was
soup as well, and her eyes flickered. “That lazy, huh? You can’t
yourself a proper meal when you’re
touched his lips, “This is fine
went back to
finished, Boyd asked if she
gave a noncommittal hum.
in sick to
stayed home
his makeshift office, papers
half-watched some
check in on them and offered to
which Boyd promptly turned
forehead in her hand,
stumbled upon halfway through.
made no effort to hide, so she couldn’t help but overhear.
felt as though women discussing their love
Boyd to have
neither did she want to watch
though they were
her a glance, “What do you want
for lunch?”
“I don’t know.”
was still some time, so Boyd didn’t press
long after, the doorbell to the apartment
jolted awake by the sound. The TV in
switched to commercials.
got up to
It was Serana.
are you here?”
“I heard Yasmine wasn’t
to check on
better than
last thing Yasmine needed.
salt in
bag of groceries, clearly planning
at Yasmine, asking where she
her voice light as
so slightly, but she maintained
something light for
can handle it. You don’t need to
it. You guys did stand me up last night,
a lunch isn’t
sarcastic laugh
headed straight for
quite a lot of groceries today. Mind if I
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