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

to irk her. And in their routine, she’d

hostility towards

Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind

refute them.

she knew

it

garden

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found the desecrated

had been a captivating sight at

snapped. Such an act was a

and the investigation

her by the garden, holding a

too, uprooting the seedlings with that

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

The lilies were planted by Serana, so it must’ve

another.

up, but Yasmine just

after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate was

dense, she thinned them out so

gardening concepts and blamed her out

frustrating and laughable.

the ruined garden, picking up petals with

but the children’s naive

concern.

about Serana. There’s no

jump to conclusions based on the children’s words,

the lilies

the time being, and the

reprimand for the culprit.

visited the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the

in craft class, he paired up with

at a long table, as Serana was already

greeted

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

grown accustomed to.

he shook the books, and out fluttered colorful petals. One book after

of lilies, pressed

heart felt

but his lips curved in a casual

all

standing by the table, not much taller than

a universe of secrets, now veiled with

seem to care much about them,” he

a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell,

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