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

her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

himself. “I don’t

napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

directly took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg

Yasmine smiled.

phone

delay.

“I’ve arranged a

Yasmine said, “I won’t be going to school

her hair back and exited the dining

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

there was nothing

Yasmine acting

she reminded him, “Don’t forget about the

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead,

away, Boyd

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

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a

Yasmine who couldn’t

the driver

took a deep breath, and got into the

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

it, but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context of

with Serana could

unanswered, fading over

to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting

not absent. After all, they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t

completely cut.

university,

were less boisterous, more

pressure to advance,

or fear of

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these

had

things, played the hands-off boss

stay

challenges weren’t too

to refuse, seemingly without

Bryson at a

except when it

had felt uneasy around Serana since their

that—play, and the

Serana’s present self due to past

forever, but as time and events proved, she

didn’t mesh.

Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

displeasure was

passed since their “unpleasant”

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from

the front passenger seat, but the driver opened

seat for her. Boyd

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

your own car

drive today. Got a dinner planned for

of playing

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