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

ate half her pancakes

“Are you full?”

plate closer to himself. “I don’t think

mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped,

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone

delay. “I’ll

her, “I’ve

said, “I won’t be going

her hair back and exited

but if Yasmine had already called for

there was nothing more he

Yasmine

reminded him,

paper.”

kissing her forehead, “As

away, Boyd headed to

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

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture

who couldn’t

driver beside her

a deep breath, and got into

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

always seemed to creep into her thoughts in

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of

exchange with Serana could only happen

unanswered,

the issue too, rarely

absent. After all, they had grown

completely cut.

university, the students’ emotions began to

were less boisterous, more silent

the pressure to advance, embarking

fear of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little

had already

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

suggested she could stay in school if she was

weren’t

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without

at a

her, except when it came to

Serana since their reunion.

and the near-death experience as

couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past events

time and events proved,

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day by

her displeasure was

passed since their

to pick up

seat, but

seat for

down, “Mr. Boyd,

driving your own car

her hand, “Can’t drive today.

of playing

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