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

began to irk her. And in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally showing

even hostility

Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she

refute them.

she knew it was

did it

the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two silhouettes

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found

vibrant lilies had been a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage.

Such an act was a

orphanage, and the

Just days after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding a

saw her too, uprooting the seedlings with

like when she looks

doesn’t like Serana. We all know that. The lilies were planted by Serana,

another.

piled up,

extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate

she thinned them out so the others

these simple gardening concepts and blamed her out of ignorance, which she found

frustrating and laughable.

ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down her face.

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

concern.

There’s no

conclusions based on the children’s words,

After all, the lilies thrived

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

reprimand for the culprit.

hadn’t visited the scene of the “crime,”

during a rare appearance in craft class, he paired

long table, as Serana was already

paper, greeted him casually. “Rare sight,”

heavy finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for someone

grown accustomed to.

a word, he shook the books, and out fluttered colorful

petals of lilies, pressed

felt

curved in a casual smile. “I recall

up all those

regarded her with a detached gaze, standing by the

to hold a universe of secrets,

seem to care much

a light chuckle.

long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up. She