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 her

pancakes before pushing the

“Are you full?”

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

mouth with a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang.

second’s delay.

watched her, “I’ve

“I won’t be

her hair back and exited

could see it, but if Yasmine had

there was nothing

together, Yasmine acting as if

getting into the car, she reminded

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead,

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

her, then talk less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood

Yasmine who

driver beside her prompted

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

lingered

to worry about it, but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context

However, such an exchange with Serana could only

question remained unanswered, fading over

avoid the issue too,

absent. After all, they had grown up together. The ties

completely cut.

months of university, the

less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps due

to advance, embarking

fear of an uncertain

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns

had

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if she was

weren’t

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without

Bryson at a

except when

felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She

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

far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present

but as time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

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

was no longer

month had passed since their

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine

passenger seat, but

the back seat for her.

down, “Mr.

your own car

drive today. Got a dinner

of playing

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