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

to irk her. And in

hostility towards

kids at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too,

refute them.

knew it was

it

was when the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and

appeared so harmonious.

days later, she found the

sight at Angel’s

and stems snapped. Such

orphanage, and the

her by the garden, holding a trowel and looking pensive,” said

her too, uprooting the

the garden was frightening, like… like

that. The lilies were planted by Serana, so it must’ve been

another.

piled up,

planted, knowing the

thinned them out so the others could

understand these simple gardening concepts and blamed her out

frustrating and laughable.

just knelt by the ruined garden, picking

even more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s

concern.

particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive.

the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions based on the children’s

lilies thrived mainly because

was dropped for the time being, and the

reprimand for the culprit.

visited the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the whole

appearance in craft class,

at a long table, as Serana was already working with someone

paper, greeted him casually.

he’d been carrying –

grown accustomed to.

books, and out fluttered colorful petals. One book after another, until

table covered in the petals of

felt

but his lips curved in a casual smile. “I

all those flower

regarded her with a detached gaze, standing by the table, not much taller than the piece of

those eyes seemed to hold a universe

seem to care

at the petals and let out a light chuckle.

picked them up. She cried over