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.”

took a sip of

her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

to himself. “I don’t think you

Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She

second’s delay. “I’ll

her, “I’ve arranged

said, “I won’t be going

back

see it, but if Yasmine had already

nothing

together, Yasmine acting as if

getting into the car, she reminded him,

paper.”

kissing her

Boyd headed to

to her, then talk less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

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

Yasmine who couldn’t

the driver beside her prompted

a deep breath, and got into

—

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?

was pretty sure, given the context of

with Serana could

question remained unanswered, fading

avoid the issue

After all, they had grown

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the students’

more silent than before,

pressure to advance, embarking on

of an

these concerns held little significance.

focus had

things, played

could stay in school if she

the challenges weren’t too

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at

fault her, except when it came

around Serana

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

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

prejudices forever, but as time and events proved, she

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance

her displeasure was

passed since their “unpleasant”

came to pick

seat, but the driver opened the

towards the back seat for

down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

driving your own car

hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of

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