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?

felt

in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally showing

even hostility towards

noticed too, whispering behind

refute them.

she knew

it

the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and

appeared so harmonious.

a few days later, she found the desecrated

had been a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now, they

shredded, and stems snapped. Such an

and the

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

uprooting the

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

know that. The lilies were

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine

planted, knowing the germination rate was low.

them out so

blamed her out of

frustrating and laughable.

garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down

Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes

concern.

don’t have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive. It wasn’t me,” she stated

didn’t jump to conclusions based on the children’s words,

all, the lilies thrived mainly because

matter was dropped for the time being, and the investigation continued quietly, possibly leading

reprimand for the culprit.

visited the scene of the “crime,”

a rare appearance in craft class, he paired

long table, as Serana was already working with someone

colorful paper, greeted him

he’d been carrying – a

grown accustomed to.

out fluttered colorful petals. One book

covered in the petals of lilies, pressed

felt inexplicably

his lips curved

up all

the table, not much taller than the

eyes seemed to hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with a frosty

seem to care

let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray

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