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.”

of

half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

phone

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

her, “I’ve

won’t be going to school

hair back

see it, but if Yasmine had already

there was nothing more

stairs together, Yasmine acting

car, she reminded

paper.”

kissing her forehead, “As you

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

talk less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness. She

Yasmine who couldn’t let

the driver beside her prompted

back to reality, took a deep breath, and got

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in

they always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of their conversation,

with Serana could only happen

remained unanswered, fading

the issue

they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

of university,

more silent than before, perhaps due

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

or fear of an uncertain

these concerns held

had

things, played the

she could stay

weren’t

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

around Serana

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

deny Serana’s present self due to past

forever, but as time and events

didn’t mesh.

Serana off. Her intolerance

displeasure was no longer

had passed since their “unpleasant”

to pick up Yasmine from school. She

the front passenger seat, but the driver opened

seat for her. Boyd was already

sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping

driving your own

drive today. Got a dinner planned for

of

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255