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.”

a sip of her milk,

pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

to himself. “I don’t think you

napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang.

second’s delay. “I’ll be right

her, “I’ve

“I won’t be going to school

hair back and exited

could see it, but if Yasmine had already called for

nothing more he

the stairs together, Yasmine acting as

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

paper.”

kissing her forehead,

drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

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

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood

was Yasmine who

the driver beside her prompted

to reality, took a deep breath,

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of their conversation,

However, such an exchange with

unanswered, fading

the issue

absent. After all, they had grown up together.

completely cut.

university,

boisterous, more silent

pressure to advance, embarking

of

Boyd, these concerns held

focus had

managing things, played the

could stay in school if

the challenges weren’t too great for

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at a

her, except

around Serana since their reunion.

just that—play, and the near-death experience

present self due to

as time and

didn’t mesh.

Serana off. Her intolerance

was no

passed since their

Boyd came to pick

the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door

the back seat for

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

driving your own

“Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned

Tired of playing

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