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.

but he

you’re too cynical. Serana’s

old enough

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

but

not as cunning, you mean.” Yasmine interrupted, her laugh chilling. “Same speech, different day.

pretty clear

“Yasmine.”

what could I possibly do to your precious? You think I could take you in a fight? I

limits.”

frowned, “I would never

Maybe one day, if Serana really

want to kill me.”

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

grab her

the twisted pleasure of coming back

her backpack over one shoulder, Yasmine stood next to Boyd,

a moment, Yasmine

you probably won’t get the chance to kill me after all.” With those words, Yasmine headed for the dining

door.

silent, and Bryson, standing at the

snap back to reality and hastily

mention, today is Yasmine’s last day here at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Let’s

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

member of

else had realized

couldn’t care less, her slim figure passing through the doorway with Bryson

exuding deference.

“Yasmine’s leaving?”

And the way she’s acting, it looks like she’s

birthday, right? Was she waiting for us to finish celebrating before she

think about it. We wouldn’t have

No more walking on eggshells around

no more

to leave because

“Uh. Not sure.”

clutching at her backpack.

both of us

like that? You always

here. To leave under

back. “I think he’ll

and more importantly, no one to pick

watched her retreating figure. From start to finish, she

liked the inexplicable, cool, and elegant aura that

gesture, she admired everything about Yasmine, or

that kind of

in place for what seemed like an eternity before it finally clicked, and he

car door, watching as

voice rang out, tinged with a rage—or

before.

buckled her seatbelt and cast him