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.

Enter title…

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

her pancakes

“Are you full?”

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

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

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

directly took a bite of the

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She

delay.

watched her, “I’ve

said, “I won’t be going

brushed her hair back and exited

could see it, but if

was nothing

descended the stairs together, Yasmine acting as if nothing

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

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead, “As

Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

stood there, a picture of

was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver beside

reality, took a deep breath,

—

Serana lingered

about it, but they always

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context

exchange with Serana could only

remained unanswered, fading

the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

had grown up together. The

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the

less boisterous, more

farewells, the pressure to advance,

fear of an uncertain

these concerns held little significance.

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

could stay in school if she was

weren’t too great for

to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

Serana

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

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

but as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew

her displeasure was no

passed since their “unpleasant”

came to pick

seat, but

seat for her.

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

even driving your

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

Tired of

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