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.”

sip of

her pancakes before pushing the

“Are you full?”

himself. “I don’t think you want to hear

a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

delay. “I’ll

watched her, “I’ve arranged a

won’t

hair back and

it, but if Yasmine had

was nothing more

Yasmine

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd

to talk to her, then talk less. If you

sweet-talk her.”

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture

who couldn’t

the driver beside

snapped back to reality, took a deep

—

Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of their conversation, it

exchange with Serana

question remained unanswered, fading

the issue too, rarely

After all, they had grown up

completely cut.

few months of university, the students’

were less boisterous, more silent than

pressure to advance, embarking

of

these concerns held little significance.

focus had

with Bryson managing things,

suggested she could stay

challenges weren’t too

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without

Bryson at a

fault her, except when

felt uneasy around Serana since their

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

present

prejudices forever, but as time and events proved, she and Serana

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance grew day by

was

passed

pick up Yasmine from school.

but

towards the back seat for her.

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

your own

drive today.

Tired of

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