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.”

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

napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the

Yasmine smiled.

Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She

delay.

watched her, “I’ve

“I won’t

her hair back

but if Yasmine had already

nothing more he

Yasmine acting as if nothing had

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

paper.”

her close, kissing her

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

then talk less. If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture of

who couldn’t let

the driver beside her prompted

a deep

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s

to worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of their conversation,

such an exchange with Serana could

remained unanswered,

issue too, rarely

had grown

completely cut.

the last few months of university,

more silent than

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

fear of

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

had

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

could stay in school if she

weren’t

didn’t hesitate to refuse,

at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

around Serana since their reunion.

that—play, and the

couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past events

forever, but as time and events proved, she

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her

displeasure was no

month had passed since

to pick up Yasmine from school.

front passenger seat, but the driver opened the

for her. Boyd was already sitting

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

driving your

her hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a

Tired of playing

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