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 milk,

only ate half her pancakes

“Are you full?”

don’t think you want to hear

a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

of the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

delay. “I’ll be right

“I’ve arranged a

said, “I won’t be going

brushed her hair back and

see it, but if Yasmine had already called

there was nothing more

Yasmine acting as if nothing

car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget about

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

drive away, Boyd

talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the

sweet-talk her.”

car pulled away, Serana stood there, a

who

Serana,” the driver beside her

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath,

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of

an exchange with Serana could

remained unanswered, fading over

avoid the issue too, rarely

but not absent. After all, they had grown

completely cut.

university,

more silent than before, perhaps due

farewells, the pressure to advance,

fear of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns

focus had

managing things, played the

stay in

weren’t

didn’t hesitate to

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when it

uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

as just that—play, and

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

prejudices forever, but as time

didn’t mesh.

off. Her

displeasure was no

month had passed

to pick up Yasmine

the front passenger seat, but the driver

towards the back seat for her.

ducked in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

even driving your own car

today.

of playing

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