The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1893

Bryson came in to bring her some food, and didn't react at all to the news flickering on the screen.

Taking the cup he offered her, Yasmine slipped the straw between her lips and took a sip of the warm oatmeal porridge. "It must be tough for the director," she mused, "lying in front of all those reporters can't be easy."

Bryson murmured in agreement, "It's not really lying, though."

Yasmine smiled, lifting her gaze back to the TV screen. In the chaos of the images, her eyes still found and held on the boy standing silently behind the orphanage gate, his expression unreadable.

A shadow passed through her eyes, and she frowned, looking away from the screen.

Bryson reached over and turned off the TV, "Miss, if there's anywhere you'd like to go, I can arrange something in the coming days."d2

"Arrange what?"

"Do you still want to stay in P City? I get the feeling you'd rather not see certain people here again."

"Didn’t you just spent a fortune on a house?"

Bryson exhaled a weary sigh, "We could sell it."

"No need for the hassle," Yasmine said flatly. "I don't want to see them, but there's no reason I should be the one to dodge and weave."

Why should she give up the house they'd just bought, or drop out of the school she'd just enrolled in, just because of them? Her life had just begun, so why should she give it all up for them?

Bryson was a bit puzzled, "But the news is out, and a lot of people think..."

"That's what they think. No one has explicitly said I'm dead. There's no need to leave, and you don't have to go through all this trouble."

After a moment of silence, Bryson finally nodded, "Alright."

Yasmine's injuries were severe, to say the least. Wrapped up like a mummy, it was a tough pill to swallow for a young girl just beginning to care about her looks. She cared about her appearance, yes, but her pride, which was still out of her control, mattered more. She felt embarrassed to be seen in such a sorry state. Luckily, aside from Bryson, no one else came to visit her.

The injury kept Yasmine in the hospital for over a month. In the end, under Yasmine's insistence, Bryson finally yielded and arranged for her discharge to recover at home.

With the resilience of youth, she was nearly back to normal after just over three months.

Bryson insisted she stay home for another half-month before Yasmine was finally allowed to return to school.

When she first arrived, the students were shocked. Some even mustered their courage to ask Yasmine why she was still alive.

Yasmine found the question slightly amusing, "Death himself said the world couldn't do without me, so he let me go."

This response wouldn't be believed by many. Although they hadn't known her for long, her actions and behavior made them believe that she was indeed the genuine Yasmine.

Three months passed, and the attention on Yasmine faded.

Life went on as usual—studying, eating, and playing. Whenever there seemed to be nothing else to do, she'd dive into the library and stay the whole day.

Bryson's business flourished, and their living conditions continuously improved.

During the holidays, Yasmine rarely pleaded with Bryson, and from then on, she owned a library.

There was coffee, pastries, plus her own cozy corner.

It wasn't about profit. It was all for her convenience. The design and style were all to her liking.

This attracted quite a crowd, a surprise to them both, but Bryson seized the opportunity and expanded their presence throughout P City.

Their days were tranquil and comfortable. The orphanage seemed like a distant memory, irrelevant to their lives now.

Sometimes Yasmine thought of Ava. After a while, Ava stopped showing up and didn't reach out, so Yasmine didn't seek her out either. After all, contacting Ava meant calling the orphanage, a place she'd prefer to forget.

P City was vast. They could live their separate lives without ever crossing paths again.

Bryson took great care of Yasmine, meeting her every need and ensuring she had everything anyone else had—and more.

So, years passed, and the wish bottle Boyd had given her remained empty, collecting dust on her bedroom windowsill.

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