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

“Are you full?”

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

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

second’s delay. “I’ll be

“I’ve

said, “I won’t be

back and exited the

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already

was nothing more he could

stairs together, Yasmine acting

she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

kissing her forehead, “As

away, Boyd headed to

talk less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness. She

Yasmine who couldn’t

the driver beside

a deep

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of their conversation, it wasn’t

such an exchange with Serana could only

unanswered, fading

the issue too, rarely

all, they had grown up together.

completely cut.

university, the

less boisterous, more

to advance, embarking on

or fear of an uncertain

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

had already

with Bryson managing things, played

Bryson even suggested she could stay

challenges weren’t too great for

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

Serana since their reunion. She

as just that—play, and

present self

as time and events proved, she

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance grew day

her displeasure was no

month had passed since their

pick up Yasmine from school.

seat, but the driver opened the door

seat for

down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re

even driving your own

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

Tired of playing

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