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.”

took a sip of her milk, “I

pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

himself. “I don’t think you want to

Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang.

delay. “I’ll be right

watched her, “I’ve arranged

said, “I won’t

back and exited the

it, but if Yasmine

nothing more he

Yasmine

getting into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget

paper.”

close, kissing her forehead,

Yasmine’s car drive away, Boyd headed to

her, then talk less. If you

sweet-talk her.”

stood there, a

Yasmine who

Serana,” the driver beside

a deep breath,

—

Serana lingered

it, but they always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of their

with Serana

unanswered, fading

seemed to avoid the issue

not absent. After all, they had grown

completely cut.

last few months of university, the students’ emotions

They were less boisterous, more silent than before,

to advance,

fear of

and Boyd, these concerns held little

had

things, played the hands-off boss

could stay in school if she

the challenges weren’t too great

to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at a

except

Serana since

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

She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self

old prejudices forever, but as time and events proved, she and Serana

didn’t mesh.

shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

displeasure was no

month had passed since

Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school.

for the front passenger seat, but the

seat for her. Boyd was already

“Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping

even driving your own car

took her hand, “Can’t drive today.

Tired of

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