The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1922

Boyd was awakened by a groan that pierced the quiet of the morning. The sun was already spilling its light generously through the curtains.

He threw off the comforter, a headache pounding behind his eyes. A moment of confusion hit him when he saw his clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. But the sound of pain coming from the bathroom was urgent enough to shake him from his daze. He quickly dressed and followed the sound to find the source of the distress.

As he entered the bathroom, Boyd felt his headache explode into a crescendo of throbbing pain. There, in the middle of the pristine white tiles, was Serana, pale as sheet, clutching her stomach. A pool of blood, bright as cherry blossoms in spring, had formed beneath her.

"Boyd, help me," she pleaded, her voice weak and filled with agony.

The sight sent a chill through Boyd's entire being. A preposterous thought crossed his mind, but he brushed it aside. His face turned ashen as he stepped forward, scooped Serana into his arms, and bolted from the room.

Next door, Yasmine had returned to the private booth she had reserved for Nick the previous evening. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the sight of him sprawled across the bed, his clothes strewn about in an unseemly fashion.d2

She had forgotten all about last night. After spending the evening in the stuffy booth, the stench of alcohol and smoke clung to her, nauseatingly strong. Giving Nick one last look of disdain, she headed for the bathroom.

She turned on the tap, dunked her head under the cold water, and washed away the remnants of the night. The smoke was gone, leaving her feeling somewhat more tolerable. She didn't bother with the hairdryer. instead, she simply towel-dried her short hair and, with it still damp, she stepped out of the room.

As she opened the door, she noticed a small crowd had gathered outside Boyd's room. Their curious eyes turned to her, and after a brief moment of mutual surprise, they quickly surrounded her.

"Are you Mr. Boyd's ex-girlfriend?" one of them asked. "Do you know if he stayed here last night? Or were you two together..."

Yasmine's brow furrowed. "Why are you here? As far as I know, he's never been one to attract media attention like this."

Before she could finish her thought, the door to the adjacent room burst open. Boyd emerged, holding Serana in his arms, and hurried past the onlookers.

Yasmine's body stiffened as her eyes caught sight of Serana's bloodied and pale form. A fleeting look of shock crossed her face, but she quickly masked it.

The reporters swarmed Boyd. "Mr. Boyd, what's going on?" they shouted.

From the crowd, Boyd's gaze locked with Yasmine's. For a moment, his body visibly shuddered, but Serana's pained moans quickly pulled his focus back to her, and he hurried away without another word.

Yasmine leaned against the wall, her hand trembling ever so slightly on the surface.

Yasmine didn't know how to describe Boyd's expression just now. It was like... almost the same as the look in his eyes when he raised the gun at the cemetery back then.

The reporters, sensing more to the story, lingered.

"Ms. Yasmine, do you know what's happening? The woman Mr. Boyd just carried out, is she having a miscarriage?"

"Whose child was it?"

"Was Mr. Boyd unfaithful first?"

"Why are you also in this hotel? Is it a coincidence?"

Yasmine smiled, the fingers propping against the wall trembling slightly. "It seems like signs of a miscarriage... I'm not sure whose child it was, but I have no connection with him at this hotel."

Yasmine forced a smile and replied with unusual patience, as if unfazed by her ex-boyfriend carrying a woman who appeared to be having a miscarriage.

Boyd, despite his youth, was the owner of a thriving company and was well-known in the city. However, his life had been relatively uneventful until now. This incident promised to be the scandal of the season.

The reporters couldn't help but notice the coincidence of Yasmine also being at the hotel. The story wrote itself.

"Is this just a coincidence for you as well?"

The door of the opposite room opened, and Derek stood at the doorway with narrowed eyes, looking displeased. "What's all this noise about?"

Yasmine glanced at him with a cold voice. "Did you sleep well last night?" She knew he probably hadn't even noticed her absence.

Derek shivered, suddenly more awake. "It was fine," he muttered, clearly unimpressed with the commotion.

"This lousy hotel feels like a marketplace when it comes to getting some rest." The voice came from beside Yasmine. It was impatient and irritable.

As soon as the reporters saw Nick, they were momentarily stunned, then exchanged glances, and finally focused their gaze on Yasmine.

Her hair was still wet, and they had witnessed her coming out of Nick's room just moments ago. A man and a woman staying in the same hotel room...

Yasmine furrowed her brow suddenly, and the reporters grew excited again.

"Ms. Summers, Ms. Jasmine, are you two currently in a relationship?"

"For how long have you been dating?"

"How did the two of you meet?"

Nick was taken aback by these sudden questions. He glanced at Yasmine, who was standing beside him. She was undeniably beautiful, but her temperament seemed difficult to gauge.

"Don't make things up..."