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.”

took a sip of her milk, “I

her pancakes

“Are you full?”

closer to himself. “I don’t

with a napkin, Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She answered

delay.

her, “I’ve arranged a

“I won’t be going

her hair back

it, but if Yasmine had already called for

was nothing more he could

descended the stairs together, Yasmine

she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead,

drive away, Boyd headed to

talk to her, then talk less. If you

sweet-talk her.”

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

Yasmine who couldn’t

driver beside

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

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in

worry about it, but they always

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of their

with

remained unanswered,

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

had

completely cut.

last few months of university, the students’ emotions

boisterous, more silent than before,

pressure to advance, embarking on

of

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

had already

things,

Bryson even suggested she could stay

weren’t too great

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

around Serana since their reunion. She

and the near-death experience as a

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

prejudices forever, but as time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

displeasure was

had passed

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school.

for the front passenger seat, but

seat for her. Boyd

down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

driving your own

took her hand, “Can’t drive today.

Tired of

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