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.”

a sip of her milk,

half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like someone

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

of the

Yasmine smiled.

Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

a second’s delay. “I’ll

her, “I’ve arranged a

won’t be going to school

her hair back and exited the

see it, but if Yasmine had already called

nothing more he

Yasmine

reminded him, “Don’t forget

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

drive away, Boyd

talk to her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

stood there, a picture of

who

Serana,” the driver beside

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath,

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

they always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of

exchange with Serana could

remained unanswered,

the issue

they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

months of university,

were less boisterous, more silent than before,

to advance, embarking on

or fear of an uncertain

Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

focus had

things, played the hands-off

even suggested she could stay in school if she

challenges weren’t too great for

to

Bryson at a

except when it

Serana since their reunion.

as just that—play, and the near-death

couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to

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

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off.

displeasure was no

month had passed

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine

for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened

seat for

sat down, “Mr. Boyd,

even driving your own

drive today. Got a dinner planned

of playing

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