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, “I

ate half her pancakes before

“Are you full?”

pulled the plate closer to himself. “I don’t

a napkin, Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

a bite of the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang.

a second’s delay. “I’ll be right

watched her, “I’ve

won’t be going to

brushed her hair back and exited the

it, but if Yasmine had already

nothing

Yasmine acting as

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

paper.”

close, kissing

Boyd headed to another vehicle.

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

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a

was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver beside her prompted

back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

lingered

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

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of their conversation, it

with Serana could

question remained unanswered, fading

avoid the issue too, rarely

had grown

completely cut.

university,

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

the pressure to

of

these concerns

had

managing things, played

even suggested she could stay in school if

challenges weren’t too great

however, didn’t hesitate to refuse,

Bryson at

fault her, except when it

uneasy around Serana since

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

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

as time and events proved, she and Serana

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance grew day

was

had passed

pick up Yasmine from

the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

for her. Boyd was already sitting

down, “Mr. Boyd,

even driving your own car

“Can’t drive today.

of playing

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