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.”

sip of

pancakes

“Are you full?”

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

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

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang.

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

watched her, “I’ve arranged

said, “I won’t be

hair back and exited

see it, but if

nothing more

together, Yasmine acting as if nothing

reminded

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead, “As you

Boyd headed to

If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

Boyd’s car pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness.

was Yasmine who couldn’t

the driver beside her

back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

they always seemed to creep into her thoughts

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of their conversation,

exchange with Serana could only happen

question remained unanswered, fading

the issue too, rarely visiting

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

completely cut.

few months of university, the

less boisterous, more silent than

farewells, the pressure to advance,

or fear of

and Boyd, these

focus had already

Bryson managing things,

suggested she could stay in school

the challenges weren’t too

however, didn’t hesitate to

at

couldn’t fault her, except when

around Serana since their

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

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

prejudices forever, but as time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

off.

was no

passed

to pick

the front passenger seat, but the driver

for her. Boyd

in and sat down, “Mr. Boyd,

even driving your own

today. Got

Tired of

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