The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd idly pushed around the green beans on his plate and said coolly, “Compared to before.”

“Yeah. With all those books you read, you should grasp the concept of self-awareness. I know I’m not the most

straightforward person, and someday I might do something that’ll make y’all cringe. But what bugs me most is,

even if what they say is true, I can’t stand people bad-mouthing me. I won’t give them the satisfaction of calling me

shameless behind my back. I don’t need that kind of gossip in my life.”

Boyd watched as she flicked the onions from her salad to the side, her face twisted in disgust. He smirked slightly, “I

thought you didn’t care about such things?”

“So I should just let everyone nitpick at me?” Yasmine’s appetite vanished as she shoveled a few more forkfuls of

mashed potatoes into her mouth. “I am also a human being. I don’t care, so does that mean anyone can freely slap

a label on me?”

Boyd just looked at her, “You can always set the record straight.” He slowly took another bite, “But this is because

of what I said to you in art class, isn’t it? If it isn’t you, you could explain, or prove your innocence.”

Yasmine’s movements quickened, and soon her plate was empty, save for the pile of onions in the corner.d2

“No need.” She slammed her fork down a bit too hard, “If I’m already so despicable in everyone’s eyes, what’s the

point? Proving myself once means I might have to do it again. Who am I proving my innocence for? Them? Or you?

Who among you is worthy of my explanation?”

A shadow fell across Boyd’s usually clear-cut gaze. “It seems you feel quite wronged indeed.”

Yasmine stared at him for a moment before standing up abruptly. “You’re right, I’m no saint. To suffer baseless

accusations is indeed a grievance.”

Boyd finished his last bite of food, “So, isn’t that also one of the reasons to clear your name?”

“Not good enough.” Yasmine raised her voice, her chin up, her eyes looking down at Boyd with a chilly smile,

“They’ve wronged me for no reason, and you think proving my innocence is that simple?”

She picked up her plate and pushed back her chair, “They made me suffer, and I intend to make them suffer more.

Today, thanks to you, Boyd, I realized I still have a twisted sense of humor. An eye for an eye makes life more

interesting. So everyone had better watch out. Don’t think I’m just talking. I’m full of cunning plans, and not using

them would be a disservice.”

The whole cafeteria fell silent.

All the kids were looking at Yasmine, with confusion, disgust, and fear in their eyes. There were few people around

Yasmine, and fear of her was definitely a part of the reason.

Boyd glanced up at her, “You don’t care about the suspicions of others, but my words stir up such a reaction?”

was silent

think no amount of reading can make up for your useless brain,

been wrong

up at her, and for the first time, his usually expressionless face showed a hint of anger.

with the force of

sense of satisfaction. Nothing pleased her more

worried look

“Cut it.”

coldly, giving her a cool glance and walked away with her plate

the cafeteria without looking back. Her demeanor was clearly that of someone about to do

drastic.

face set as he

before they too

was by the flowerbed, yanking out

one handful after another, in front of everyone, including

Staring at

them.

surrounding kids couldn’t

still looked at Serana with cold eyes, “You are ignorant and stupid. I do despise

surrounding chatter, she continued, “I can’t understand why you’d

to know it. Otherwise, what’s the

feet,

to be sneaky about

face sarcastic, “I’m

feel wronged by a bit

up with the

the biggest

of Yasmine’s words, but Boyd’s face

Yasmine was never naive or foolish. She wouldn’t bother

and the students crowded around her.

biting sarcasm, unaffected.

matter escalated, and the director arrived. The students babbled the story, but

said Yasmine was responsible for this. Without evidence, it’s irresponsible to blame her. Do you

you were falsely accused of something

a moment of silence, the director’s words hung

hanging around the garden. If it wasn’t her, who else could it be? Those

how could anyone be

“Those flowers weren’t willfully destroyed by Yasmine.

been tending to them all

they

in murmurs

Those flowers were clearly Serena’s

did plant the seeds, but without Yasmine, that garden wouldn’t

uprooted all of them, even if it wasn’t her, even if she

destroyed what

his head in resignation, “If she decided

love, or perhaps, they didn’t deserve her love

whose eyes suddenly flashed. He looked up at Yasmine, but

gaze.

teachers nearby, “This afternoon’s class, let’s teach

cultivating lilies.”

agreement and accepted

the soil off her hands, “director, Bryson is

afternoon.”