The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1747

Simultaneously, a deep, yet sizzling voice echoed behind her. Through the microphone, it resonated across the entire square. "She will not be the Queen of Y Country, and she will not dedicate her life to you."

Yasmine turned, her usually serene face now filled with shock.

Boyd stood there, holding the microphone, gripping Yasmine's hand tightly. His eyes, as tranquil as a far-off mountain, did not flinch under her gaze. His sudden appearance not only caught Yasmine off guard but surprised everyone present. On such an important day when the whole country was celebrating together and the world was watching, it was utterly and completely unexpected for this person who came out of nowhere to interrupt the process.

"Who is he? Security must be tight. How did he manage to appear up there so silently?"

"I'm not sure. If it's not a failure in security, then he must have been part of the coronation ceremony team."

"Is he out of his mind? Disrupting the ceremony at such a critical moment? What has he done before?"d2

"But he doesn't look like a staff."

The people below the stage were chattering, tilting their heads wondering what would happen next to the man who had suddenly appeared to cause trouble. Even the foreign diplomats invited to the coronation ceremony were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Eventually, someone exclaimed in surprise,

"Mr. Boyd, what on earth are you doing?"

"Mr. Boyd?!" Wasn't he the President of B Country?

Queen Julia looked at the man who had suddenly appeared, her face darkened. Her most important day had been disrupted. No matter who it was, she would not be pleased.

"Mr. Boyd, what are you doing here?" Queen Julia's voice was deep and authoritative, her expression remaining serious.

Boyd coolly responded, "Yasmine will not take your place, and she will not be the next Queen."

Queen Julia laughed in anger, "Mr. Boyd, do you have any idea what you are talking about?"

"Yes, I am sorry. But I won't allow her to waste her life here. She can only spend her life with me."

His voice, firm and implacable, echoed through the microphone and spread throughout the entire square, reaching everyone's ears.

Queen Julia was shocked. Foreign diplomats and the crowd all fell silent. Everyone was once again shocked by his bold words.

The crowd below became even more excited. Such a domineering declaration was unheard of. Daring to make such a bold statement about a woman in front of the world, was incredibly attractive.

The all-encompassing cameras projected his entire figure onto the massive screens in the square, and some people recognized his identity, becoming extremely excited.

"That's the President of B Country!"

"No wonder he suddenly appeared there. He's here to attend the coronation ceremony personally."

"But didn't the Queen's biological daughter just return? Has she already crossed path with the President of B Country?"

"I don't think so. It must have been before she came back. They must have known each other before."

"My God, who exactly is she? It's not just any princess who could get involved with the President of B Country! He's so cool!"

"More importantly, she's managed to make the president disregard the occasion and make such a domineering statement. She must have some serious skills."

The crowd below was buzzing with speculation about this unexpected interlude.

Yasmine, having recovered from her initial shock, tried to pull her hand away from Boyd's grip. However, the tighter she struggled, the firmer his grip became. Yasmine glared at him angrily.

Boyd looked down at her, his voice low, "Don't struggle. You know I won't let you go. The more you resist, the more you'll suffer."

Yasmine, trying to keep her cool, stared at the microphone beside him. She wanted to silently plead with him, but his stubbornness was in the way.

Her chest was taken over by anger, and she coldly frowned as she stared at him, her icy voice carrying a deep anger, "Boyd, have you gone mad?!"

Boyd calmly looked at her, not shying away from the woman he had deliberately avoided in recent days. "Yes, so you need to refuse your mother's proposal. Don't accept this position."

Yasmine, growing impatient, struggled again. The pain in her wrist was becoming more prominent. She raised her other hand, tightly pinching his hand. She used all the strength she could muster, fueled by her anger.

Blood seeped from Boyd's hand.

A vein throbbed on Yasmine's forehead. "Do you want to keep going like this?"

Boyd's eyes remained calm, unmoved, his voice low, "Come back with me."

Sensing his determination, Yasmine's tense body gradually relaxed. She looked at him coldly, deciding to make things clear with him.

"Why should I go back with you?"

She raised her hand, which was still in his grip, and looked at him sarcastically. "Go back with you and then what? Like this, I'm in pain, you're hurting, and we spend our lives like this, torturing each other?"

Boyd looked at her raised hand, and instinctively loosened his grip. Yasmine noticed and tried to pull away, but Boyd caught her attempt and tightened his grip again.

"I won't hurt you again."

"But you already have. Why should I erase the scars you've left on me? Can they be erased? Boyd, I've made it clear before. I've never given you any hope. Did I give you any false impressions?"

"No. It was all me."

"That's your problem. Everything is based on mutual consent. I don't want to be entangled with you anymore. Do you understand? Let me go."

Yasmine's directness stung Boyd's heart. His eyes momentarily flickered, and Yasmine happened to catch that.

Pain? How familiar and distant was that?

"Yasmine..."

Boyd's gaze dimmed as he looked at her, a shallow sadness resonated within his low voice. "I won't let go. I've always been a selfish man, so even if you consider every day spent with me as a torment, you have to stay by my side. Even if we torture each other, it doesn't matter. All I need is you."