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 it

in

hostility towards

at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their

refute them.

knew it was

did it

the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the

appeared so harmonious.

found the desecrated

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

scattered, leaves shredded, and stems snapped. Such an act was a significant

orphanage, and

was Yasmine. Just days after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding a trowel and looking pensive,”

the seedlings with

like… like when she looks

that. The lilies were

another.

piled up,

seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate

them

blamed her out of ignorance,

frustrating and laughable.

knelt by the ruined garden, picking up

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

concern.

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

of the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions

After all, the lilies thrived mainly because of

was dropped for the time being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

who hadn’t visited the scene of the

class, he

as Serana was already

greeted

the heavy finance books he’d been carrying –

grown accustomed to.

out fluttered colorful petals. One book after another, until

covered in the petals of

heart felt inexplicably

him, his eyes serene but his lips curved in a casual

all those flower

gaze, standing by the table, not much taller than the piece of

hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with a frosty

to care much about them,” he

a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell,

at her for a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up. She cried over them