The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Though they had seen much of life’s harsh realities, the children at the local orphanage couldn’t fathom the depths

of darkness that might dwell in the heart of a seven-year-old girl who had just lost her parents.

Serana kept to herself, a solitary figure in the corner, quiet and well-behaved in class, and equally so during recess,

watching the others play with an expressionless demeanor, like a still pond devoid of life.

Perhaps they sensed a kindred spirit in her, or maybe it was pity, or a thick slather of curiosity, but from that point

on, Boyd had someone else woven into the tapestry of his childhood.

From then until now, Serana had become a thread running through the narrative of his life.

In their daily interactions, Serana was the picture of innocence, speaking in gentle whispers, looking at people with

sincerity and care. Even as the years passed and she grew, she never changed – tender and fragile, yet brave and

stubborn.

Outwardly, she seemed as delicate as a glass figurine, always needing protection, yet she fiercely tried to prove her

strength, insisting she didn’t need anyone’s care and could even protect others.d2

Such a girl was irresistibly endearing – tender and attentive, pure and kind, brave, stubborn, and resilient.

Like her long, dark hair, the number of people drawn to her grew day by day. And it was true what they said – girls

should have long hair.

Yasmine was beautiful but frosty by nature. Others kept their distance. From start to finish, Boyd was her only

constant, and she never felt lonely. At least, not until she suddenly realized what loneliness was and found that

certain things had become inevitable.

Boyd’s time was no longer solely dedicated to her as he began to learn deeper subjects beyond the basic

curriculum.

Companion? She had never considered Boyd’s presence as companionship before.

But when did it start? It wasn’t when Boyd’s time began to scatter, leaving more for Serana.

Was it from the moments they shared meals together, or those occasional breaks when they sat beside the flower

beds?

Or when they planted a lily bulb together, one digging a hole, the other tenderly placing the bulb inside?

never felt

irk her. And in their

even hostility towards

Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she never bothered

refute them.

knew it was

did it start,

when the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two silhouettes sitting

appeared so harmonious.

few days later, she found the desecrated lilies, and realized something had

vibrant lilies had been a captivating sight

stems snapped. Such an

and

after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding a trowel and looking pensive,”

uprooting the seedlings

garden was frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,” a third

Serana. We all know that. The lilies were

another.

piled up, but Yasmine

merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination

dense, she thinned them

didn’t understand these simple gardening concepts and blamed her out of

frustrating and laughable.

the ruined garden, picking up petals

Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant

concern.

about Serana. There’s

conclusions based

all, the lilies thrived mainly

and the investigation

reprimand for the culprit.

the

appearance in craft class, he paired up with Yasmine, who

at a long table, as Serana was already working with

paper, greeted him casually. “Rare sight,”

set down the heavy finance books he’d been carrying – a

grown accustomed to.

out fluttered colorful

table covered in the petals of

felt

but his lips curved in a casual smile. “I recall Serana was the

up all those

gaze, standing by the

to hold a universe of

care much

a light chuckle. “And what,

“Indeed, Serana picked them up. She cried over them for an