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

only ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

of the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

second’s delay.

watched her, “I’ve

Yasmine said, “I won’t be

hair back and

it, but if Yasmine had already called for

nothing more he could

the stairs together, Yasmine acting

she reminded him,

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

less. If you piss her off,

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood

was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver beside her prompted

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and got into the

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s

it, but they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context

an exchange with

question remained unanswered, fading over

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

absent. After all, they had

completely cut.

of university,

They were less boisterous, more silent than

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

or fear of an

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held

had already

managing things, played the hands-off

she could stay in school if she

the challenges weren’t too

to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at

except when

uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

that—play, and the

Serana’s present self due to past

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

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

displeasure was

had passed

pick up

front passenger seat, but the driver

gesturing towards the back seat for

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

your own

drive today. Got a dinner

of playing

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