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.”

of

only ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

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

Yasmine quipped, “Do I look

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

second’s delay. “I’ll

her, “I’ve arranged a

Yasmine said, “I won’t be going

brushed her hair back and

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already called

was nothing more he

the stairs together, Yasmine acting as if nothing had

into the car, she reminded him,

paper.”

kissing

car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a

Yasmine who couldn’t let

the driver

back to reality, took a deep

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

about it, but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context

exchange with Serana

unanswered, fading

to avoid the issue

not absent. After all, they had grown up

completely cut.

of university, the students’ emotions began

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

the pressure to

or fear of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns

focus had already

things, played the hands-off

could stay in school if

challenges weren’t too

to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came to

had felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She

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

present self

as time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her

her displeasure was no longer

had passed since their “unpleasant”

came to pick up Yasmine from

front passenger seat, but the driver opened

towards the back seat for her. Boyd

sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re

driving your own car

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

Tired of playing

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