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, “I

half her pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

“I don’t

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

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

a second’s delay. “I’ll

her, “I’ve arranged a

won’t be going to school

her hair back and exited the dining

it, but if Yasmine

nothing more he could

together, Yasmine

getting into the car, she reminded

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

drive away, Boyd headed

If you piss her off, I’m

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture of sadness.

was Yasmine who couldn’t

driver beside her

back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

to worry about it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context of their conversation,

However, such an exchange with Serana could

remained unanswered, fading

the issue too, rarely visiting

not absent. After all, they had grown up together. The ties

completely cut.

of university, the students’ emotions began

They were less boisterous, more silent

the pressure to advance, embarking on

fear of an uncertain

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

focus had already

things, played the hands-off boss

stay in school if she was

challenges weren’t too great

didn’t hesitate to

at

couldn’t fault her, except when it

felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

just that—play, and the near-death

far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past events or

time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

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

her displeasure was no longer

month had passed

came to pick up

but the driver opened the door

gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was

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

your own car

today. Got

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