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

pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

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

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She answered

a second’s delay. “I’ll be right

her, “I’ve

Yasmine said, “I won’t be going to

hair back and

it, but

there was nothing

the stairs together, Yasmine

reminded him,

paper.”

her close, kissing

Boyd headed to another

If you piss her off, I’m the one who

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there,

who couldn’t let

the driver beside her prompted

snapped back to reality, took a deep

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s

it, but they always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of

with Serana could

question remained unanswered, fading

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s

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

completely cut.

few months of university, the students’ emotions began

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

the pressure to advance,

of an

these

had

managing things, played the hands-off

suggested she could stay in school if

weren’t too great for

didn’t hesitate to

at

except when

around Serana

just that—play, and the near-death

present self due

forever, but as time and events proved, she and

didn’t mesh.

off.

displeasure was

passed since their “unpleasant”

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up

for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

for

sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

even driving your own

drive today. Got a dinner planned

Tired of

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