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 pancakes before pushing the

“Are you full?”

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

with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She answered

second’s delay. “I’ll be right

her, “I’ve arranged a

Yasmine said, “I won’t

hair back

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already called

was nothing more he could

stairs together, Yasmine acting

reminded him, “Don’t forget about

paper.”

her close, kissing her

Boyd headed to

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

sweet-talk her.”

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

Yasmine who

driver beside her

reality, took a deep breath, and got into

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

but they always seemed to creep

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of

such an exchange with Serana could

question remained unanswered, fading

issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

After all, they had grown up

completely cut.

few months of university, the

more silent than before, perhaps

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking on

fear of

and Boyd, these concerns held little

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played the

stay in school

challenges weren’t too great for

however, didn’t hesitate to

at a

except when it came

had felt uneasy around Serana since their

that—play, and the near-death experience as

present self due to past events or

as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance grew day by

her displeasure was no

had passed since

pick up Yasmine from school.

seat, but the

for

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

driving your

today. Got a dinner

of playing

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