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

in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally

even hostility

too,

refute them.

she knew it was

did it

was when the lilies in the garden

appeared so harmonious.

days later, she found the

captivating sight

Such

and the investigation

by the garden,

uprooting the seedlings with that trowel,”

like when she looks at Serana,”

Serana. We all know that. The lilies

another.

up,

after Serana planted, knowing the

dense, she thinned them out so the others could

simple gardening concepts and blamed her

frustrating and laughable.

ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down her

drew even more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive

concern.

feelings about Serana. There’s no motive. It wasn’t me,” she

jump to conclusions based on the children’s

statement. After all, the lilies thrived mainly because of Yasmine’s

and the investigation continued

reprimand for the culprit.

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

rare appearance in craft class,

Serana was already

greeted him casually. “Rare sight,” she

down the heavy finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for someone his age

grown accustomed to.

out fluttered colorful petals. One book after another,

in the petals of lilies, pressed flat and

felt inexplicably

but his lips curved in

up all

standing by the table, not much taller than the piece

those eyes seemed to hold a universe

care much about them,”

and let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel

at her for a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked