The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1892

Serana bit her lip, silent.

Straightening up in her chair, Yasmine’s gaze grew colder. “You might not like

hearing this, but you knew what you were doing getting into this. So don’t play

the victim.”

Casting a glance at the sandwiches left on the table, Yasmine let out a sarcastic

chuckle. “To win a man’s heart, you gotta win his stomach first. Have you

managed that over all these years?”

The words were blunt, and any pretense of ignorance Serana had maintained

was now impossible to continue.

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Perhaps Yasmine hit a particularly sore spot, Serana finally met Yasmine’s eyes.

“No one knows Boyd better than I do.”

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at

Serana with feigned interest, as if waiting for a sermon.d2

Serana didn’t disappoint, continuing, “Sure, you knew him before I did, but you

left his side for nine years. During those nine years, I was the one by his side.”

The expression on Yasmine’s face grew darker by several degrees. “Are you

bragging or giving me a friendly reminder of my place? That it’s about time I

stepped aside?”

Shaking her head, Serana clarified, “I’m not bragging, nor reminding you of

anything. I’m just laying out the facts to explain that I’ve grown up with him, I

know what he wants, and that’s why I’ve come to accept him being with you.”

Yasmine nodded, “It seems I should thank you for being so gracious about us

being together.”

“I know you must think I’m a fool, but if I…”

“What’s going on here?”

Boyd’s voice suddenly cut in, interrupting Serana. He placed a plate of spaghetti

in front of Yasmine. “You ordered it. You better eat it all.”

“But I didn’t say I wanted two eggs.”

“Just eat it.”

Boyd sat beside her, giving Serana a fleeting glance. “What were you two

talking about?”

Serana’s complexion paled slightly as she gently shook her head. “Nothing

important.”

Boyd turned to Yasmine, only to hear her say, “It’s not ‘nothing.’ I’m actually

quite curious about what you were about to say.”

sip of her milk, “I

half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

don’t think you want to hear that I

napkin, Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine had

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang.

second’s delay.

her, “I’ve arranged

Yasmine said, “I won’t be going to school

her hair back and exited the dining

off. Boyd could see it, but if

there was nothing more he

Yasmine acting as if

into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead,

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If

talk to her, then talk less. If you

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture

Yasmine who

Serana,” the driver beside

a deep breath, and got into

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s

they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of their

with Serana could only

question remained unanswered,

avoid the issue too, rarely

absent. After all, they had grown up together.

completely cut.

few months of university, the students’

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

to

fear of

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little

focus had already

Bryson managing things, played the

stay

the challenges weren’t too great

hesitate to

at a

her, except when it came to

Serana since their reunion.

that—play, and the near-death experience

Serana’s present

but as time

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

her displeasure was

passed since

Boyd came to pick

for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door

back seat for her. Boyd was

“Mr. Boyd,

even driving your

today. Got a dinner planned

of

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