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 it

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

hostility

Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but

refute them.

knew

did it start,

in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and

appeared so harmonious.

days later, she found

sight at Angel’s Haven

and stems snapped. Such an act was a

and

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

too, uprooting the seedlings with that trowel,”

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

that. The lilies were planted by Serana,

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine just

had merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate was low. And

too dense, she thinned them out

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

frustrating and laughable.

by the ruined garden, picking up petals with

the children’s naive

concern.

don’t have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s

head of the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions based

the lilies thrived

being, and the investigation

reprimand for the culprit.

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

class, he paired up with Yasmine, who had been

a long table, as Serana was already working with

paper, greeted

been carrying – a

grown accustomed to.

he shook the books, and out fluttered colorful petals.

table covered in the petals of lilies, pressed flat

felt inexplicably

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

all those flower

regarded her with a detached gaze, standing by the table, not much taller than the piece of

seemed to hold a universe

care much about them,”

out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel

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