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

half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

napkin, Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She

second’s delay. “I’ll be right

watched her, “I’ve arranged

said, “I won’t be going

brushed her hair back

it, but if Yasmine had already

was nothing more

Yasmine acting

reminded him, “Don’t forget about the

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead,

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to another

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

sweet-talk her.”

stood there, a picture

who couldn’t

the driver beside

a deep breath, and got into

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

worry about it, but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context

such an exchange with Serana could

question remained unanswered, fading

the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the students’

They were less boisterous, more silent than before,

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on

of an uncertain

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

had

managing things, played

stay

weren’t too great

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at

fault her, except when it came to

had felt uneasy around Serana

that—play, and the

far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past

prejudices forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance grew day

her displeasure was

passed since their “unpleasant”

to pick up Yasmine from school.

passenger seat, but

seat for

down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

your own car

hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a

Tired of playing

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