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 milk,

ate half her pancakes before

“Are you full?”

to himself. “I don’t think you want

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone

second’s delay. “I’ll be right

“I’ve arranged a

won’t be going to school

back

was off. Boyd could see it, but if

was nothing more he could

descended the stairs together, Yasmine

the car, she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

away, Boyd headed

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

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture

was Yasmine who couldn’t let

driver

took a deep breath, and

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

about it, but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of

exchange with Serana could

unanswered, fading over

issue too,

they had grown

completely cut.

months of university,

They were less boisterous, more

to advance, embarking on

fear of an

like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

focus had

things,

could stay in school

challenges weren’t

didn’t hesitate to refuse,

Bryson at

except when

Serana

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

deny Serana’s present self

but as time

didn’t mesh.

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

was

month had passed since their

pick

front passenger seat, but

gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was already sitting

down, “Mr. Boyd,

driving your

her hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned

of playing

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