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?”

don’t think

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

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

of the

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

delay.

watched her, “I’ve

won’t be going to

her hair back and exited

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already

was nothing more

Yasmine acting as if nothing

reminded

paper.”

kissing her forehead, “As

car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

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

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there,

was Yasmine who

driver beside her

a

—

Serana lingered

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

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context

an exchange with Serana

question remained unanswered,

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

they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

university, the students’ emotions

more silent than before, perhaps due

to advance, embarking

or fear of an

these concerns held

focus had already

managing things, played the hands-off boss

even suggested she could stay in school if she was

challenges weren’t too great

to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at

couldn’t fault her, except when it came to

around Serana

and the near-death

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

but as time

didn’t mesh.

off. Her intolerance

her displeasure was

month had passed

came to pick

but the driver opened the door and

for her. Boyd

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

driving your own car

today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of

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