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

even hostility

noticed too, whispering behind their backs,

refute them.

knew it was

it

in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found the desecrated lilies, and realized something had

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

Such an act was a significant event in

and the investigation

was Yasmine. Just days after planting, I saw her by

the seedlings with that

frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,”

that. The lilies were planted by Serana,

another.

accusations piled up, but

extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination

too dense, she thinned them out so the

concepts and blamed her out of ignorance, which she

frustrating and laughable.

said nothing, just knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down

Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes

concern.

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

of the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions based on

the lilies thrived mainly

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

reprimand for the culprit.

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

rare appearance in craft class, he paired up with

Serana was

paper, greeted him casually. “Rare

set down the heavy finance books he’d been carrying

grown accustomed to.

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

of lilies, pressed flat

felt inexplicably

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

all those

gaze, standing by the table, not

hold a universe

don’t seem to care much about

a light chuckle.

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