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

And in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally showing

hostility

Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but

refute them.

she knew it

did it

was when the lilies in the garden

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found the

captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now, they were mostly

Such an act was a significant event in

and the

by the garden, holding a trowel and looking

saw her too, uprooting the

her gaze towards the garden was frightening, like… like

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

another.

piled up, but Yasmine

merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the

too dense, she thinned them out so

simple gardening concepts and blamed her out of

frustrating and laughable.

the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down her

more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes didn’t

concern.

don’t have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no

jump to conclusions based

the lilies thrived mainly because

being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

the “crime,” seemed indifferent

appearance in craft class, he paired up with Yasmine,

as Serana was already working with someone

colorful paper, greeted him

he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for someone his age

grown accustomed to.

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

in the petals of lilies, pressed

heart felt

his eyes serene but his lips curved in a casual smile. “I recall

up all

standing by the table, not much taller than the piece

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

don’t seem to care much about

at the petals and let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I

Serana picked them up. She cried over them for