The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“You see, this is just how bad of a person I am. Isn’t it really awful to trample on your sincerity like that? So, do you

still need to apologize to me?”

Serana bit her lip, defiance etched across her face, but tears betrayed her, streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t

mean to,” she whimpered.

“Yeah, I know. So you don’t have to beat yourself up over it,” Yasmine retorted, her voice was cold as steel, yet

somehow, it sounded almost like comfort.

But how could Yasmine offer comfort? That was simply impossible.

Yasmine hooked the corner of her lip up in a smirk, stepped back, and glanced at the crushed petals on the ground,

letting out a soft, mocking chuckle. “Still, you really should think about it. Sometimes, your guilt trips, they’re

nothing but a hassle for everyone else.”

In response to her words, Serana, amidst the sadness and grievance, felt more perplexed than anything else.d2

Yasmine’s impatience flickered across her eyes. Talking to Serana was like talking to a brick wall.

Boyd stepped closer, “Before you go around playing the blame game, maybe you should take a good, hard look at

yourself. People are scared of you, and avoid you. When something goes wrong, you’re the first suspect. Ever

wondered why?”

Yasmine’s gaze lifted from the trampled remnants to Boyd’s face, her eyes twinkling with mirth but not a trace of

warmth.

“Why indeed? Maybe because I fancy myself a lone wolf, too proud to see any flaws in myself,” She said, the smile

on her lips growing more pronounced. “And yeah, everyone’s afraid of me, they push me away, and when trouble

strikes, I’m the scapegoat. Sounds to me like it’s all my fault.”

Her words left Boyd realizing he’d misspoken. He pursed his lips, ready to try again.

“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to be aware of this stuff sooner rather than later. I’m worried if you keep this up—”

“Oh? And how long has this ‘condition’ of mine been around? If I needed a wake-up call, what were you doing

before? Why wait until today, when I’ve made your darling cry to enlighten me?”

She glanced at Serana with a cold sneer inside, “So, I guess I should be thanking Miss Serana here, huh? Without

her stepping into the line of fire, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of your heartfelt concern and advice.”

As Yasmine stepped toward Serana, Boyd blocked her path. Yasmine paused, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

same age, but he had

defensive, said, “Yasmine, you’re too cynical. Serana’s just a

I’m old enough to

struggling for calm. “Can’t you stop being so aggressive? I

through a lot, but Serana is not

her laugh

pretty clear

“Yasmine.”

here, what could I possibly do to your precious? You think

limits.”

would

quietly for a moment, “Who knows? Maybe one day, if Serana really got hurt

want to kill me.”

face turned sour. But Yasmine just took a deep breath, dispassionately

grab

have the twisted pleasure of coming back just

one shoulder, Yasmine stood next to Boyd, her eyes

Yasmine

get the chance to kill me after all.” With

door.

room fell silent, and Bryson, standing at the entrance,

director seemed to snap back to

forgot to mention, today is Yasmine’s last day here at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Let’s all congratulate her as

a new life with a family of her own. We hope she grows up

productive member of

one else had realized what happened.

passing

exuding deference.

“Yasmine’s leaving?”

the way she’s acting, it looks

waiting for

it. We wouldn’t have had such a nice

riddance, though. No more walking on eggshells around

no more

to leave because she’s upset,

“Uh. Not sure.”

her backpack. “Yasmine,

will be best for both of us if we do not

like that? You always said Boyd was the

leave under these

looking back. “I think he’ll be

no one to pick on

she watched her retreating figure. From start to

She liked the inexplicable, cool, and elegant aura that Yasmine

about Yasmine, or more precisely, she worshipped

to be that kind

stood frozen in place for what seemed like an

leaned against the car door, watching

voice rang out, tinged with a rage—or perhaps some other emotion—that he

before.

seatbelt and