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

half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

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

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

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone

a second’s delay.

her, “I’ve arranged a

won’t be going

her hair back and exited the

could see it, but if Yasmine had

there was nothing more he

stairs together, Yasmine

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed

less. If you piss her off, I’m the one who has

sweet-talk her.”

stood there, a picture of

was Yasmine who

Serana,” the driver

back to reality, took a deep breath, and got into the

—

lingered in

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

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

was pretty sure, given the context of

an exchange with Serana could only

remained unanswered, fading over

to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting

absent. After all, they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

last few months of university, the students’ emotions began

less boisterous, more silent than before,

pressure to advance, embarking on

of

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

had

managing things,

stay in school if she

the challenges weren’t too great for

to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except

felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

and the near-death experience as a

present self due

time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

her displeasure was

passed since their “unpleasant”

pick up Yasmine from school.

passenger seat, but

for her. Boyd

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

your own

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

of playing

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