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The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1897
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Serana wiped her tears, “So after all this, you just want her with you, only you. What’s there to agonize

over? You’ll have to be honest with her eventually, or she might become someone else’s.”

“Shut up…”

“I didn’t say it wrong. As long as she hasn’t positioned you as her true man in her heart, that place will

remain empty, and anyone has a chance to break in. If you could come with the idea of occupying the

identity of her boyfriend, then why couldn’t you understand that what you really need to do now is to

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take that place in her heart?”

Boyd shook his head, his eyes downcast on the sticky tabletop. “Would she even let me?”

“When it’s about claiming, does her permission matter?”

Serana took a deep breath, grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the side, and refilled his glass to the

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Yasmine was curled up on her couch, laptop perched on her knees, engrossed in the latest hit romantic

drama series.

The screen was filled with scenes of dramatic misunderstandings and near-magical coincidences that

kept the lovers just out of reach – until now. As they finally came together for a passionate kiss, she felt

an unusual twinge of discomfort.

She couldn’t remember the full story from start to finish, but the image of the two kissing made her

touch her own lips, a faraway look in her eyes.

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Just as the scene on her laptop transitioned to the couple moving towards the bed, intertwined in a

deep kiss, her phone suddenly rang, jolting her. She quickly shut the laptop lid.

Glancing at the caller ID, Yasmine’s expression stiffened, a flush of guilt crossing her face. After a long

moment, she picked up the phone, her voice deliberately cool: “What’s up?”

“May I speak with Miss Yasmine, please?”

Recognizing Boyd’s number on the display, Yasmine pressed the phone back to her ear: “Speaking.

Who’s this?”