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.”

took a sip of

half her pancakes before pushing the

“Are you full?”

the plate closer to himself. “I don’t think you

mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

second’s delay. “I’ll be right

her, “I’ve arranged a

won’t be

hair back and

could see it, but

there was nothing

together, Yasmine

reminded

paper.”

kissing her forehead, “As you

away, Boyd headed to

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

sweet-talk her.”

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood

was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver beside

a deep

—

words from Serana lingered in

but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of their conversation, it wasn’t

exchange with Serana

remained unanswered,

to avoid the issue too, rarely

they had grown

completely cut.

the last few months of university,

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

farewells, the pressure to

of

Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

focus had

managing things, played the

suggested she could stay

weren’t too

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

at a

her, except when

uneasy around Serana since their reunion.

and

Serana’s present self due

old prejudices forever, but as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance

was

passed since their

afternoon, Boyd came to pick

front passenger seat, but the driver opened the

gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was already

and sat down, “Mr.

even driving your own

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

of playing

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