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.”

of her

half her pancakes before

“Are you full?”

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

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

of the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

a second’s delay. “I’ll be right

“I’ve

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

brushed her hair back and exited the dining

but if Yasmine

nothing

stairs together, Yasmine acting as if nothing

reminded him, “Don’t forget about the

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead,

drive away, Boyd

less. If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture of

was Yasmine who couldn’t let

driver beside

a deep

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in

but they always seemed to creep into her thoughts

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of their conversation, it

an exchange with Serana could only

remained unanswered,

issue too, rarely visiting

but not absent. After all, they had grown

completely cut.

few months of university, the students’ emotions began to

boisterous, more

to

or fear of an

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these

focus had

Bryson managing things, played

could stay in school if

the challenges weren’t

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at

fault her, except

around Serana since their reunion. She

that—play, and

She couldn’t deny Serana’s present

old prejudices forever, but as time and events

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance

her displeasure was no longer

had passed since

pick up Yasmine from school. She

front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door

for her. Boyd was already

“Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up

driving your own car

today.

of playing

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