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 her milk, “I

half her pancakes

“Are you full?”

don’t think you want to

napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She answered the

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

her, “I’ve arranged

won’t be

brushed her hair back and exited

but if

was nothing

stairs together, Yasmine acting as

getting into the car, she reminded

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead, “As you

away, Boyd

talk less. If you piss her off,

sweet-talk her.”

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

who couldn’t let

the driver beside her

to reality, took a deep breath, and got

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

worry about it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of their conversation,

exchange with

remained unanswered,

issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

absent. After all, they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t

completely cut.

university, the students’ emotions began to

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due

to advance,

fear of an uncertain

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns

had

with Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

stay in school if she

the challenges weren’t too great for

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly

at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

felt uneasy around Serana since their

play as just that—play, and

She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due

but as time and

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance grew

displeasure was no

had passed since their

to pick

but the driver opened the door and

towards the back seat for her.

“Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping

even driving your own

took her hand, “Can’t drive today.

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