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

ate half her pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

“I don’t

with a napkin, Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone

second’s delay. “I’ll be

her, “I’ve

won’t be going to

hair back and exited the dining

see it, but if Yasmine had already called for

was nothing

together, Yasmine acting as if nothing

she reminded him, “Don’t forget

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd

talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture

who

Serana,” the driver

back to reality, took a deep breath, and got

—

unfinished words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

it, but they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of

with Serana could only happen

remained unanswered,

issue

After all, they had grown up

completely cut.

university, the

were less boisterous, more silent

pressure to advance,

fear of an uncertain

these concerns

focus had

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

suggested she could stay in school if

the challenges weren’t too great for

hesitate to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at a

her, except when it came to

had felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion.

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

present self

as time

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off.

was

had passed since their

afternoon, Boyd came to pick

seat, but the driver opened the

the back seat for her. Boyd was

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

your

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

Tired of playing

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