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.”

sip of her milk,

half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

“I don’t think you want to hear that I

her mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

a bite of the

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

delay. “I’ll be

“I’ve

Yasmine said, “I won’t be going

hair back and exited the

Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine

there was nothing more he could

together, Yasmine acting as

getting into the car, she reminded

paper.”

her close, kissing

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss her off,

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there,

Yasmine who couldn’t

the driver

reality, took a deep breath,

—

lingered in Yasmine’s

worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

was pretty sure, given the context

exchange with Serana could only happen

question remained unanswered, fading over

to avoid the issue

absent. After all, they had grown up together.

completely cut.

university, the students’ emotions began

less boisterous, more silent than

the pressure to advance,

fear of an

like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held

focus had already

things, played the hands-off

Bryson even suggested she could stay

weren’t

hesitate to refuse,

at

fault her, except when it

felt uneasy around Serana

just that—play, and the

Serana’s present self due to past

as time and

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew

her displeasure was no longer

passed

Boyd came to pick

passenger seat, but the driver opened

back seat for her. Boyd was

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

driving your own car

today. Got a dinner

of

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