The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1916

Assistant hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak up, "It's hard to have the best of both worlds."

The best of both worlds.

Boyd let out a wry chuckle after a few seconds of silence. There was no such thing as the best of both worlds. What he wanted seemed to be too much.

He looked towards Serana, who had appeared nearby without him noticing. His eyes held a hint of chill.

Serana bit her lip, her face pale as she walked over slowly. "I... I heard Yasmine woke up. I wanted to see her."

At her words, the assistant's eyebrows raised involuntarily, and he casted a fleeting glance her way.d2

Boyd's voice was cold as ice, "You want to see her?"

Serana stepped back, intimidated by his frosty tone and stern look. "Because you want, you must have your way?"

Serana's lips moved slightly, not quite grasping his meaning.

Boyd stood up straight, his expression indifferent, his gaze briefly sweeping over her abdomen. "The baby, have you decided whether to keep it?"

Not just Serana, even the Assistant was surprised by Boyd's sudden question. Serana couldn't figure out what Boyd was thinking. Before, he had wanted her to terminate the pregnancy.

Now that Yasmine's baby was gone, would he vent his anger on her and be even more insistent that she abort? Then kick her out of his life for good?

She covered her belly in a slightly flustered manner, nervously saying. "You risked hurting Yasmine to protect me from harm. I have no reason not to keep it."

Boyd watched her for a long time before nodding, "If you want it, then keep it."

This response was unexpected for Serana, but it brought her no joy. Boyd's uncharacteristic behavior instead filled her with fear. She didn't know why. She felt an unusual unease.

"Don't think about seeing her. Upsetting Yasmine won't do you any favors."

Serana bit her lip hard.

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When Yasmine came to, the first person she saw was still Boyd. Just like before, he was unrelenting, determined to linger.

He gave her water to drink and then made a move to feed her. She turned her head away gently, "Don't Bryson and the others know I'm in the hospital?"

Boyd paused, "I was afraid they'd disturb your rest. Too many people around would annoy you."

"You could throw me in the middle of Times Square now and it wouldn't matter. The only person who can bother me now is you."

Boyd put the bowl aside and stood up, "I'll call them."

Yasmine didn't move.

Bryson and Aliza seemed to have been in the hospital the whole time, not leaving. Soon after Boyd left, they came in.

Bryson, a middle-aged man who had taken care of her for years, striving to establish himself in P City, and giving her a secure life, was always upright and composed, mature and restrained. But now, seeing her, his eyes were red, his face filled with guilt and sorrow, like a deeply hurt elderly father.

He looks different from when she saw him after she fell down the mountain and was taken to the hospital back then. He had aged. Indeed, the young Yasmine, no matter how badly she was injured, could rely on her youth to recover quickly and continue to frolic like nothing had happened.

Being accused of heartlessness by Boyd used to upset her. Now she was no longer a child, and though her body wasn't as badly hurt as when she was younger, her heart had been shattered.

She now wished she truly was heartless, so she wouldn't feel the tearing pain and could forget about this incident in the days to come.

Bryson had revolved his whole life around her, and she wondered how she could ever repay him. All she could do was to live well and happily.

When she was determined not to let Boyd bear the title of a murderer, not to let him live with guilt and remorse for killing Serana, where had she placed Bryson in her mind?

There were people in this world who truly cared about her and wanted her to have a better life than anyone else. Why did she rush to sacrifice her own well-being to fulfill the lives of others?

One lesson nearly cost her life, and yet she risked it again, costing her child's life.

"You... oh..."

Bryson seemed to have too many words to say, but nothing seemed right.

Yasmine smiled, "Sorry for worrying you."

With tears in his eyes, Bryson said, "It's my fault. I should never have allowed you to be with that man again. If I had been more assertive and taken you away from P City, none of this would've happened. It's all my fault. I failed to protect you." He couldn't help but wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

Yasmine watched him quietly, a wave of sadness washing over her. "I won't make the same mistake again, Bryson."

Bryson sighed repeatedly, and Yasmine turned her attention to Aliza, "Aliza, I'm hungry."

Aliza hurried forward, picking up the bowl of porridge, "I'll feed you."

"Alright."