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.”

of

ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate

“Are you full?”

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

a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

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

Yasmine smiled.

phone rang. She

a second’s delay. “I’ll

her, “I’ve arranged a

Yasmine said, “I won’t be

hair back

see it, but if

nothing more he

the stairs together, Yasmine acting as if

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As

car drive away, Boyd

less. If

sweet-talk her.”

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

who

driver beside her

snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and

—

words from Serana lingered in

always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

pretty sure, given the context

with Serana could

question remained unanswered, fading over

issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

all, they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

few months of university, the students’ emotions began to

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

pressure to advance, embarking on

or fear of an

Boyd, these

focus had already

with Bryson managing things, played

suggested she could stay in school if

the challenges weren’t

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at

fault her, except

Serana

play as just that—play, and

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

prejudices forever, but as time and events

didn’t mesh.

off. Her

displeasure was no longer

passed since

came to pick

but the driver opened the door

the back seat for her. Boyd

“Mr. Boyd,

even driving your

drive today. Got a dinner planned for

Tired of

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