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

ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

don’t

a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

delay. “I’ll

watched her, “I’ve arranged a

“I won’t

her hair back and exited the dining

could see it, but if Yasmine

was nothing more

Yasmine acting as if nothing had

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead,

Boyd headed to

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

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture

Yasmine who

the driver beside her prompted

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

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

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of their conversation, it wasn’t

exchange with

unanswered, fading

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely

After all, they had grown up together. The ties

completely cut.

last few months of university, the students’ emotions began to

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

the pressure to

or fear of an uncertain

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held

focus had already

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

could stay in school

weren’t too great

hesitate to refuse, seemingly

at a

her, except when

had felt uneasy around Serana

just that—play, and the

present self due to

time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

was no longer

month had passed since their

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school.

the front passenger seat, but the driver

for her.

in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd,

even driving your own

drive today.

of playing

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