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.”

took a sip of her milk, “I

only ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

closer to himself. “I don’t think you want to hear

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like someone

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone

delay. “I’ll

watched her, “I’ve

said, “I won’t be going to school

hair back and

it, but if Yasmine had already

there was nothing

together, Yasmine acting as if nothing had

reminded him, “Don’t forget

paper.”

close, kissing

car drive away, Boyd headed

talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture of sadness. She

Yasmine who

driver beside her prompted

back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of their conversation, it

with

unanswered, fading over

to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting

had grown up together. The

completely cut.

of university, the students’ emotions began to

were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on

of

Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

focus had already

things, played

could stay in

weren’t too great

hesitate to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at

her, except

Serana since their reunion.

just that—play, and the

deny Serana’s present self due to past events or

prejudices forever, but as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

displeasure was no

had passed

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from

front passenger seat, but the

seat for her. Boyd

“Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up your

even driving your own car

drive today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of

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