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

ate half her pancakes

“Are you full?”

“I don’t think you want to

Yasmine quipped, “Do

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She

delay. “I’ll be right

her, “I’ve arranged

said, “I won’t be going to school

brushed her hair back

see it, but if

was nothing more

stairs together, Yasmine acting as if

car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her

away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

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

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture

was Yasmine who

driver beside her

a deep

—

words from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s

it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context

However, such an exchange with

question remained unanswered, fading

avoid the issue too, rarely visiting

they had grown up together. The ties couldn’t

completely cut.

few months of university, the students’ emotions

less boisterous, more

pressure to

fear of an

like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little

focus had

things, played the hands-off boss

she could stay in school if

challenges weren’t too great for

however, didn’t hesitate to refuse,

at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

had felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

that—play, and the near-death experience as a

present self due to past

forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance

displeasure was no

passed since their “unpleasant”

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine

front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

towards the back seat for her. Boyd was

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

your own

drive today. Got a dinner

of playing

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