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,

pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

Yasmine quipped, “Do

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

bite of the

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

watched her, “I’ve arranged

“I won’t be going

brushed her hair back

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had

was nothing more he

Yasmine acting

reminded him, “Don’t

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing

Boyd headed to

less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

Serana stood there, a picture of sadness.

Yasmine who couldn’t let

Serana,” the driver beside

reality, took a

—

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

but they always seemed to creep into

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

was pretty sure, given the context of

However, such an exchange with Serana could only

remained unanswered, fading over

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

After all, they had grown

completely cut.

months of university, the students’

boisterous, more silent than before,

to advance, embarking on

fear of an uncertain

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

had already

things,

stay in school if she was

weren’t too great

to refuse,

Bryson at a

fault her, except when it came to

Serana since their reunion. She

just that—play, and the near-death experience

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

prejudices forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

somehow, she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her

displeasure was no

passed since their

pick up

seat, but the driver opened

the back seat for her. Boyd was

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

driving your

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

Tired of playing

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