The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1908

What was going on here? Was she pregnant too? And by the same guy?

Man, what a mess.

Yasmine went through the entire examination process with a calm demeanor, showing no expression whatsoever.

The nurse accompanying her couldn’t utter any superfluous chatter, feeling even a smile might upset some delicate balance.

For other pregnant women, going for prenatal check-ups was usually more sweet than nervous. After all, they were carrying new life—an embodiment of love and a beacon of hope for the future. So many profound reasons to be elated.

Sure, there were exceptions, but Yasmine's level of detachment was unprecedented in the nurse's experience.d2

Post-examination, Yasmine collected her report and headed into the doctor's office. The physician reviewed her test results and gave her a rundown of her current condition—all normal, with some advice for the early stages of pregnancy.

Yet, the doctor's words seemed to echo in an empty room, meeting no response from Yasmine. Noting her silence, the doctor prodded, "Is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yasmine lifted her gaze, offering the doctor a brief glance before eyeing the papers in his hand. After a few seconds, she asked, "When's the best time for a termination?"

The doctor blinked in confusion. "Uh?"

This was a stark contrast to her recent elation upon finding out about the pregnancy.

"The optimal time is between 6 to 7 weeks, though you could proceed now. Are you sure..."

Yasmine's lips were pressed into a thin line, her thumb absently stroking her belly. After a while, she stood up, took those reports, and with a calm demeanor, uttered a 'thank you.' Following that, she walked out of the office.

The waiting room was still crowded with curious eyes that followed her exit.

Ignoring their interest, she turned her back on the maternity ward. Where Boyd had whisked Serana off to was none of her concern.

She descended to the underground parking lot, drove off, and soon found herself at a diner, where she quietly sipped her cereal before heading home.

Bryson and Derek had gone to the office, and Aliza was probably at the grocery store.

After changing clothes, Yasmine slumped on the couch and flipped on the TV, her gaze flatly skimming across the entertainment news.

Aliza returned from the grocery store to find her lounging at home. "Skipping school today?" she asked with a smile.

Yasmine straightened up, replying with a noncommittal hum.

"I got loads of fruit. Hang tight, I'll fix you up some."

"Thanks, Aliza," Yasmine said, switching the channel.

After preparing a fruit bowl, Aliza asked, "What do you fancy for lunch?"

Nibbling on fruit, Yasmine recalled a little eatery she had noticed on her drive home. "Ever had Pho?"

Aliza shook her head. She was still adapting to local food since arriving from Y Country, and such a niche dish hadn't crossed her path.

Yasmine nodded. "Let's try that for lunch. I'll look up a recipe online."

Aliza wouldn't object.

The recipe was straightforward, and they enjoyed Pho with a couple of simple side dishes by noon.

Aliza took one bite and immediately coughed from the spiciness, rushing to pour herself a glass of ice milk.

While Aliza's reaction was somewhat amusing, Yasmine's face grew imperceptibly colder. She continued eating, her appetite numb.

Previously, she'd shunned such spicy, intense flavors. Now, they were oddly appealing. She understood why but despised the change.

She was Yasmine, and no one else. She had no intention of changing for anyone, especially Boyd. Yet, because of him, she now craved what she once would have ignored. She loathed the feeling of being utterly dominated by circumstance.

Like having an Achilles heel, one threat against it could make her waver or even force her to surrender things she held dear.

She hated it.

After Aliza recovered from the spice shock, she decided against another bite and asked, "Since when do you go for this kind of food? Weren't you always into milder flavors?"

"Just got curious. Saw a crowd at a small shop today, and figured it must be good."

"No, no, I really can't take this kind of food. Do you still want to eat?"

Yasmine nodded, "Yes. It would be best if I could get tired of it in the shortest time possible."

Aliza, still unable to grasp Yasmine's logic but respecting her persistence, silently disposed of her barely-touched bowl of Pho.

Later, as Yasmine was jolted awake by her ringing phone, her furrowed brow betrayed her irritation. With a grumpy "Who's this?" she answered the call.

There was a pause before Boyd's voice came through. "Yasmine?"

Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, flickered briefly before focusing, the drowsiness quickly replaced by a cold demeanor. "What do you want?"

Boyd, standing at the end of a hospital corridor, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you home?"

Yasmine sat up, a sarcastic laugh escaping her. "What, should I bring Serana a fruit basket and help you take care of her?"

He pressed his hand harder against his forehead. "When did you leave?"

"I went home, not abducted," Yasmine retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm. "If I had been kidnapped, I'd probably be dead by now, right?"

Boyd's grip on his brow tightened, a shadow crossing his face. "Don't talk nonsense."

Yasmine chuckled, a tinge of sarcasm in her laughter. "Of course it's nonsense. Even if I were actually kidnapped, I wouldn't reach out to you. Besides, you're probably too busy to care about me anyway."