The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1615

She didn't want to trouble Damon unless she absolutely had to.

Yasmine sat in silence outside the examination room, her face pale and composed, showing no visible emotions. However, her hands, resting on her lap, were tightly clasped together, white-knuckled, and trembling significantly.

Bryson watched helplessly from the side. Comfort was useless at this point. Moreover, Yasmine never needed anyone's comfort. She knew that it was normal for humans to have emotions, but how to control those emotions was also something beyond her.

For years, Bryson had witnessed her bear each emotional wave alone. He had tried countless times to comfort her with clumsy words, only to learn that she understood these far more than he did.

He had a vague understanding of what was troubling his lady. The past was something she couldn't forget.

Boyd arrived just as Chloe was taken into the examination room. Seeing Yasmine sitting safely in the wheelchair in the corridor, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally dropped.d2

The corridor was lined with bodyguards he had arranged for Yasmine's protection. Their postures straightened, and their expressions became even more solemn at his arrival.

"Yasmine." Boyd's eyes were fixed on Yasmine, not daring to blink. He walked slowly towards her. The stern expression he'd worn when he arrived softened in an instant at the sight of her. "You're okay. That's all that matters."

What he had intended to say was, "Are you okay?"

But Yasmine, clever and quick as she was, knew that any words of concern were wasted on her. Did she look like someone who needed comfort?

Bryson lowered his head to look at Yasmine, who sat in the wheelchair unresponsive, and his expression gradually hardened. "Mr. Trotter, if there's nothing else, I suggest you leave. The lady doesn't want to see you."

Boyd glanced at him, his gaze as cold and piercing as an arrow crafted from ice. His aura was as intimidating and ruthless as ever.

Yasmine said, "Put away your resentment, Boyd. There's no one here who has wronged you."

Every aspect of Boyd's demeanor was hauntingly familiar to Yasmine. She found it laughable. She despised him, yet she was so familiar with him. Her words made Boyd retract his threatening aura. He looked down at Yasmine, his gaze filled with nothing but her face. "I'll wait with you until Chloe comes out."

"Get out." Yasmine's voice sounded incredibly calm, but it was also icy to the extreme. Even the highly trained bodyguards around, regardless of their professional composure, shuddered because of Yasmine's words.

He was the president of B Country, yet he was being treated like this? Daring to tell him to get out?

Indeed, those who were loved always seemed so fearless.

Yasmine's words made Boyd, who was usually proud and self-assured, show a slight change in his expression. He didn't respond, but he didn't leave either. He silently stood by Yasmine's side, as if insisting on waiting with her for Chloe to come out of the examination room.

Yasmine's hands began to shake violently, her pupils trembled, and she seemed to be on the verge of both endurance and collapse. "Boyd, tell your men to leave, and go back to your B Country. Don't ever show up in front of me again, never."

Yasmine's voice echoed in the silent corridor, carrying a distinct agitation that hit everyone's ears. The corridor fell into silence once again.

Bryson quickly stepped forward, his face cold. "Mr. Trotter, I ask that you leave immediately."

Boyd remained in his spot, his gaze still locked on Yasmine. "I've said it before, I'll wait with you until Chloe comes out. You're not in the right state of mind. I won't leave you alone."

"Huh." Yasmine suddenly scoffed. "But I don't need you right now."