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.”

sip of

ate half her pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

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

napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine had

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone

second’s delay.

“I’ve arranged

won’t be going to school

brushed her hair back and exited the

could see it, but if Yasmine had already called

was nothing more he could

stairs together, Yasmine acting

reminded

paper.”

kissing her forehead, “As you

drive away, Boyd headed

If you piss her off, I’m

sweet-talk her.”

car pulled away, Serana stood there, a

who

Serana,” the driver

to reality, took a

—

lingered

but they always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context

with

question remained unanswered, fading

to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

they had grown

completely cut.

months of university, the

They were less boisterous, more

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on

fear of

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held

had already

things, played the hands-off boss

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if she

weren’t too great

to refuse, seemingly

at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came to

uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

just that—play, and the near-death experience

Serana’s present self due to past events or

time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

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

her displeasure was no

had passed since their “unpleasant”

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school.

seat, but the driver opened the door

seat for her. Boyd

ducked in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up your

your own

drive today. Got a dinner

of playing

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