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.”

a sip of her milk, “I

her pancakes before

“Are you full?”

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

with a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

delay. “I’ll

“I’ve

won’t be going

her hair back and exited the

but

there was nothing

Yasmine acting as if

she reminded

paper.”

close, kissing

drive away, Boyd headed

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

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture

was Yasmine who couldn’t

driver beside her

took a

—

lingered

worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into her thoughts

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context of

exchange with Serana

remained unanswered, fading over

seemed to avoid the issue

not absent. After all, they had

completely cut.

few months of university, the

more silent than before,

pressure to advance,

of an uncertain

Yasmine and Boyd, these

focus had

things, played

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school

the challenges weren’t

to refuse,

at

except

Serana since

play as just that—play, and

Serana’s present self

but as time and events

didn’t mesh.

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

was

passed since their

came to pick up Yasmine

but the driver opened the door and

for her. Boyd

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

even driving your

today. Got a dinner planned for

of playing

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