The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1879

Yasmine struggled with a stern expression. After hearing Boyd's words, she suddenly looked up at him with anger. "Don't tell me you're planning to whisk me away against my will – again!"

Boyd paused, a wry smile breaking through. "Why do I need to be reminded today of what I've always known, by that kid, no less?"

At this point, Yasmine knew exactly what he meant. After the initial tension, she became eerily calm. Staring at him coldly, one hand clenching her shawl, she said, "Speaking of unwillingness, Boyd, expecting me to act as if the past never happened and to be with you just like that – I can't."

"Then stay by my side and take your time getting revenge."

Yasmine smirked, "Stay by your side for revenge? Will my child come back? Will the scar on my body vanish?"

With those words, a shiver ran through her. "I don't want to keep bringing up the past, Boyd. If I could, I'd choose to forget it all my life. But your presence keeps reminding me – I can't get past it. Aren't you in love with Serana? How can you pester me like this? How is that fair to her?"d2

Pain was evident on Boyd's face.

Yasmine knew that dredging up the past only hurt them both, but the fact remained – he was unwilling to let go, he wanted a life with her, and how was he supposed to face all of that?

"It's me who's wronged her. It's you I love."

"Ha."

Her scornful laughter was all that answered his heartfelt declaration.

"Yeah, I know. So, the best revenge is to deny you what you want. Serana is gone. You loved her, but now you've lost her completely. And now you love me again? Thanks for giving me this perfect chance for revenge."

Yasmine could feel the blood in her arms stop flowing. With a twisted smile, she delighted in the turmoil she saw in Boyd's emotions.

Because she had successfully inflicted pain.

He deserved to suffer. Why should he live so freely?

"Have you said enough?" It took a while for Boyd to utter those words, his voice flat and cold.

Yasmine was silent.

Boyd slowly lifted his gaze to her, then a smirk formed on his lips. Suddenly, he pulled her into an embrace, his grip on her waist nearly dragging her into the car parked nearby.

"What are you doing, Boyd!"

Yasmine struggled furiously, her shawl slipping from her shoulders, leaving her disheveled, but Boyd seemed oblivious, ignoring her protests as he shut the car door and ordered the driver to leave.

Throughout the drive, Yasmine's strength was no match for his firm hold, rendering her unable to move.

"Boyd..."

"Yasmine, you can try to hurt me all you want. But no matter what you say, the outcome will always be what I want. Your words don't count, and nobody else has the right to interfere – not that they could if they tried."

Yasmine had dealt with all sorts – thugs, schemers, you name it. But against someone as shameless as Boyd, she found herself out of options.

He only used force. He never listened to anyone else, always did as he pleased, never giving anyone a chance to choose.

"What can you do other than forcefully taking people away?"

"If I spoke nicely to you, would you obediently listen?"

Yasmine pressed her lips together.

"You won't stay by my side willingly, and you think you're always right. If I want you, this is the only way."

Yasmine closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths. "Boyd, you say you love me, right? You want me to seek revenge? To let me have my way with you?"

Her tone cooled as she desperately tried to reason with him one last time.

The talk of revenge was unfiltered, flat, and cold, leaving no room for reconciliation between them.

As she calmed down, Boyd straightened her shawl. He seemed accustomed to her words, and when he spoke, his voice carried no trace of emotion. "If there's a better way to take revenge, naturally, I'd choose the best."

"What's the point of keeping me with you by force?"

"I want you, just you, by my side. I'm a jerk, Yasmine, so stop trying to reason with me. You've always known that."

Finally, Yasmine snapped, her voice low and furious, "I don't understand!"

She shrugged off his hand from her shawl. "I can't figure it out, so I don’t want to play this game anymore, okay?"

A faint smile played on Boyd's lips, his tone unhurried, "You really don't understand, which is why you keep trying to convince me to let you go, or to leave me."