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.”

sip of her milk,

her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

“I don’t think you want

Yasmine quipped, “Do

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine had

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

watched her, “I’ve arranged a

Yasmine said, “I won’t be going

back

Boyd could see it, but

there was nothing more he

Yasmine acting as

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

paper.”

kissing

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

her, then talk less. If you

sweet-talk her.”

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

Yasmine who couldn’t let

the driver beside

reality, took a deep breath, and

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

it, but they always seemed to creep into her thoughts in

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of

exchange with Serana could only happen

unanswered, fading over

avoid the issue too, rarely visiting

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

completely cut.

few months of university,

They were less boisterous, more

pressure to advance, embarking

or fear of

these concerns held little

focus had already

Bryson managing things, played the

could stay in school if

weren’t too great for

to refuse,

at a

her, except when it came to

had felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She

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

present

time and

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

her displeasure was no longer

month had passed since

pick up Yasmine from school.

passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

seat for her. Boyd was already

“Mr.

your own car

“Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned

Tired of playing

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