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 milk,

ate half her pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

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

with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like someone

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

directly took a bite of the

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered

a second’s delay. “I’ll

watched her, “I’ve arranged a

“I won’t be going to school

brushed her hair back and exited the dining

it, but if Yasmine had already

nothing more he could

Yasmine acting as if nothing had

the car, she reminded

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

Boyd

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness. She

was Yasmine who couldn’t

Serana,” the driver beside her prompted

back to reality, took a deep

—

lingered in Yasmine’s

always seemed to

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

context of their

with Serana could only happen

unanswered,

issue too,

they had grown up

completely cut.

last few months of university,

boisterous, more

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

fear of an

some, like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

had already

things,

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school if

challenges weren’t too

to refuse,

at a

except when

felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion. She dismissed

that—play, and

couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due

but as time

didn’t mesh.

couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew

her displeasure was

had passed since their “unpleasant”

came to pick up Yasmine

passenger seat, but the driver opened

the back seat for

“Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping

driving your

took her hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned

Tired of playing

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