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.

Enter title…

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

ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

himself. “I don’t think you

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

bite of the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

watched her, “I’ve arranged

“I won’t be going to school

back and exited the

was off. Boyd could see it, but if

was nothing more he could

descended the stairs together, Yasmine

the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget about

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If

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

sweet-talk her.”

stood there, a picture

who couldn’t let

the driver

took a deep breath, and

—

Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

worry about it, but they always

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context of their conversation,

such an exchange with Serana

remained unanswered, fading

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

had grown up together.

completely cut.

months of university, the students’ emotions

were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due

to

or fear of an

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

focus had already

managing things,

she could stay in

the challenges weren’t too

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at

fault her, except when it

Serana

that—play, and the near-death experience as a

deny Serana’s present self due

time

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance

was no longer

month had passed since

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from

passenger seat, but

back seat for her. Boyd

ducked in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up your

even driving your

today. Got a dinner planned

Tired of playing

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