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.”

of her milk,

half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

don’t think you want

napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

Boyd finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

“I’ve arranged

“I won’t be going to school

hair back and exited the

but if Yasmine had already

was nothing more

stairs together, Yasmine acting as if nothing had

into the car, she reminded him,

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

away, Boyd

talk less. If you piss her off, I’m the one who has

sweet-talk her.”

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness.

Yasmine who couldn’t let

the driver beside her prompted

a deep breath, and

—

Serana lingered

it, but they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of their conversation,

an exchange with Serana

unanswered, fading over

the issue too,

but not absent. After all, they had grown

completely cut.

months of university,

less boisterous, more silent than before,

to advance,

fear of an uncertain

Yasmine and Boyd, these

focus had already

with Bryson managing things,

could stay in

weren’t too great

however, didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly

at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it

uneasy around Serana

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

couldn’t deny Serana’s present

prejudices forever, but as time

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance

was no

month had passed

pick up

passenger seat, but

the back seat for

sat down, “Mr.

your

drive today. Got

of playing

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