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, “I

only ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

to himself. “I don’t think you want to hear that

a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

second’s delay. “I’ll be

her, “I’ve arranged

won’t be going

brushed her hair back

Boyd could see it, but

nothing more he

together, Yasmine acting as if

she reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture of

was Yasmine who

the driver

reality, took a deep breath,

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s

always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of their conversation, it wasn’t

an exchange with Serana

question remained unanswered, fading over

issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

all, they had grown

completely cut.

last few months of university, the students’

more silent than before, perhaps due

farewells, the pressure to

fear of an uncertain

these concerns held little significance. In

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played the

stay

weren’t too

didn’t hesitate to

Bryson at

except when

had felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She

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

deny Serana’s present self

prejudices forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance

her displeasure was

month had passed since

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school.

passenger seat, but the driver opened the

back seat for

and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re

even driving your own

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

of

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