The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1911

A jumble of thoughts raced through Yasmine's mind. She had only just seen Serana, and now Boyd was rushing to the hospital. Even though she kept saying how much Boyd treasured Serana, every time she encountered such facts, she felt quite unhappy.

Saying she was unhappy was an understatement – Yasmine had to admit she cared more than she let on. Reality always hit harder than mere words.

"Yasmine, is there something wrong?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

Yasmine's desire to speak dwindled, realizing that seeking out Boyd now seemed like a mistake. But at this moment, she didn't have time to dwell on these matters.

In such a dire situation, life took precedence over pettiness, and she knew it.

"Where's Boyd?" she pressed.

"Well, he just stepped out to talk to the doctor, probably to check on my condition. If you need anything, I can relay the message."

Have her relay the message? Yasmine would rather drop dead than endure such torment.

"There's something important I have to discuss with him personally. Give him the phone."

"But he's not in the room right now."

"Are you crippled or something?!" Yasmine's patience had worn thin. She didn’t want to die like this after living so proudly all these years.

Serana, unaccustomed to Yasmine's fury, paused in shock.

The content is exclusively provided on Noveldrama.com. Support the translation team by reading the original content on Noveldrama.com. Just then, the door swung open, revealing the tip of a pair of shoes. Serana instinctively hung up.

Boyd's assistant entered, looking concerned. "Ms. Serana, is there an issue?"

Hiding her phone beneath the covers, Serana feigned nonchalance. "No, what's up?"

The assistant glanced around the room, puzzled. "I thought I heard you talking."

"Oh, I was just on a call."

Without further suspicion, the assistant nodded and left.

Serana retrieved the phone, contemplating the call log from Yasmine. Her finger hovered over the delete option.

She knew that if Boyd received a call from Yasmine now, he would rush to her side. Despite Yasmine's insistence on keeping her distance, seeing each other could mean... they might break up or continue their relationship, because Boyd wasn't one to give up easily.

If they stayed together, Serana wouldn't stand a chance with Boyd, and Yasmine certainly wouldn't allow Serana to linger in Boyd's life. If they parted ways, all the problems would disappear.

Perhaps she had been wrong all along, thinking that ensuring Boyd's happiness was enough. Now, it seemed clear that Yasmine wouldn't bring him joy.

If Boyd didn't go to see her this time, considering Yasmine's temperament, she probably wouldn't give Boyd any more chances, right?

Breaking them up was the simplest solution. Why bother making things so complicated?

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Yasmine stared at the disconnected call, unfazed. There was no extra expression on her face. Serana's action was entirely unsurprising to her.

Her car was parked near the town's grocery store, and with Boyd unreachable, she had to find someone else.

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When Boyd returned, his assistant was at the end of the hall on the phone. Inside the room, Serana was standing up, gripping a cup of water.

Boyd slipped on his jacket, pocketed his phone, and said sternly, "You should be resting in bed, not wandering around."

Serana watched as he stashed the phone in his pocket, her hand clenching the cup tightly, her face tensing.

"Get back to bed," Boyd said, glancing at her before turning to leave.

"Boyd, wait!"

Serana's call halted him.

"What is it now?" Boyd asked, frowning slightly.

Serana hesitated. "I just wanted to know what the doctor said."

"There's no issue if you decide not to keep the baby, considering your current condition."

Serana bit her lip. "Boyd, am I really not able to keep this baby?"

Boyd's brow furrowed.

Taking a few steps closer, Serana pressed, "Are you worried about being tied to me, or is it really about my health?"

He turned to her, his expression cool and distant. "Serana."

"Never mind, forget I asked. I won't abort this baby. I'll rest and keep my condition from worsening. And when it's time to give birth, I don’t think there will be any complications. If you're not with me, I'll have my baby. My only family, the only one who won't abandon me."

Boyd glanced at her belly. "It won't be the only one. As long as you're alive and well, anything's possible."

"Including you loving me?"

His expression darkened. "Serana..."

"Mr. Boyd!" The door burst open as the assistant entered, phone in hand, disrupting the tense atmosphere.

Boyd disliked to see his assistant lose composure. "What's the matter?" he demanded.

"I got a call from Ms. Yasmine. Something's happened." The assistant hasted to say. He didn’t notice the way Serana was flustered

Boyd's expression turned grave. "What happened?"

"She couldn't say much, just that she's at West Valley Cemetery and couldn't reach you. She asked me to inform you..."

Before he could finish, Serana's glass shattered on the floor.

Boyd checked his phone, and there were no recent calls from Yasmine. As her assistant's eyes swept over Serana's ashen and distraught face, understanding flickered in his gaze.

"Mr. Boyd, Ms. Yasmine said she called the cops. She might be in real danger now."

But before the assistant could finish, Boyd had already gripped his cell phone tightly and hurried out of the room with long strides.

"Bo... Boyd! Wait." Serana knew Boyd must have caught wind of something serious. She tried to follow, to offer some explanation.

Was he conflicted? Hesitating? Between her and Serana, who would he choose?

She almost wanted to laugh. He'd said she and Serana were not the same, not on the same scale. She had told him before that it was not the case.

Now, Johnson was proving it with facts. She and Serana, they were on opposite ends of the scale, waiting for him to make a choice.

Without a response from Boyd, Johnson grew restless and impatient. "Better decide what you're going to do, if I don't see Serana in two hours, you'll be picking up this woman's body."

The assistant stood by, waiting for Boyd's orders on what preparations to make, occasionally hearing Johnson's low, crazed voice on the phone. "Mr. Boyd, Johnson wants Miss Serana? Should we..."

Boyd pocketed the phone, opening the car door. "She can't go."

The assistant paused, "But Ms. Yasmine."

"Serana's condition doesn't allow her to take this risk."

The assistant realized immediately. Of course. Not to mention Serana's heart condition, she was also pregnant.

"Coordinate with the cops, I'm heading over now."

"Alright."

Boyd's car sped away.

The sun finally set, and Yasmine was dragged by Johnson up a flight of a hundred steps.

Johnson didn't even know where his wife and child were buried exactly, holding a slip of paper with a plot number on it. After winding their way through, they finally found the spot.

Tucked in the far corner, behind a row of pine trees, the grave was shaded for most of the day. Considering his family's situation, securing two plots here was a stroke of luck.

Johnson placed a bouquet of roses on his wife's tombstone, staring at the photo engraved there, his hand rubbing his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." He knelt on the ground, his voice breaking with sobs.

Yasmine watched from a distance, feeling a pang of sympathy for their plight, but it was unrelated to her.

She glanced at the adjacent tombstone, lost in thought.

Yasmine caught a glimpse of the Johnsons' son in a faded photograph, a boy of maybe seven or eight, with bushy eyebrows, bright eyes, and a cherubic, slightly shy smile.

He must have been such a good kid, but fate can be cruel.

Standing by the graveside, Johnson emptied a large bag of snacks onto the cold stone. His voice wavered as he introduced each treat to the son who could no longer taste them. He even mentioned cotton candy and jelly beans, the kid's favorites.

They were all the rage a decade ago, yet these were the only two kinds he really talked about. The boy hadn't had much of a chance to enjoy treats in his short life.

Johnson spoke to his son as if he were right there, as if a lifetime of words were spilling out.

Yasmine pressed her lips together, a sudden, unexplainable sourness welling up in her heart.

Looking down at her still-flat belly, she thought of her own child-to-be. Her baby wouldn't face a fate like Johnson's boy. She was determined to give her child everything – everything others had, and even what they didn't. Happiness, health, and a life free from regrets. She wouldn't leave her child with any sense of longing, nor would she allow herself to live with regret.

After all, regret was something in this world that not even death can mend.