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.”

a sip of her milk, “I

pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

the plate closer to himself. “I don’t think

mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She answered the

a second’s delay. “I’ll

watched her, “I’ve arranged

won’t be going

brushed her hair back and exited the

but if Yasmine had already

nothing more

descended the stairs together, Yasmine acting

she reminded him, “Don’t forget about

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing

drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If

talk to her, then talk less. If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood

who

Serana,” the driver beside her prompted

a deep breath, and got into

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

but they always

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context

However, such an exchange with Serana could only

question remained unanswered,

to avoid the issue too, rarely

had grown

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the students’ emotions began to

They were less boisterous, more

to

of an

and Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

had already

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss

suggested she could stay in school if she was

challenges weren’t too great

to refuse,

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when

uneasy around Serana since their

that—play, and the near-death

Serana’s present self due to

but as time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her

her displeasure was

month had passed

to pick up Yasmine from

front passenger seat, but the driver opened

gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was already sitting

down, “Mr. Boyd,

driving your own car

took her hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a dinner

Tired of playing

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