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

half her pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

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

napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She answered the

delay.

“I’ve arranged a

said, “I won’t be going to

hair back

could see it, but if Yasmine had

nothing more he

together, Yasmine acting as if nothing had

into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

away, Boyd

to her, then talk less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture of

who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver

back to reality, took a deep

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

it, but they always seemed to creep into her thoughts

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context

an exchange with Serana could only

unanswered,

issue

had

completely cut.

of university,

less boisterous, more silent

the pressure to

fear of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played

could stay in

challenges weren’t too great

didn’t hesitate to refuse,

Bryson at a

except when

uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She

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

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

as time and events proved, she

didn’t mesh.

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off.

was no longer

passed since their “unpleasant”

came to pick up

front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

gesturing towards the back seat for

sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up

even driving your own

drive today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of

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