Chapter 1879


    Yasmine struggled with a stern expression. After hearing Boyd''s words, she suddenly looked up at


    him with anger. "Don''t tell me you''re nning to whisk me away against my will – again!"


    Boyd paused, a wry smile breaking through. "Why do I need to be reminded today of what I''ve


    always known, by that kid, no less?"


    At this point, Yasmine knew exactly what he meant. After the initial tension, she became eerily calm.


    Staring at him coldly, one hand clenching her shawl, she said, "Speaking of unwillingness, Boyd,


    expecting me to act as if the past never happened and to be with you just like that – I can''t."


    "Then stay by my side and take your time getting revenge."


    Yasmine smirked, "Stay by your side for revenge? Will my childe back? Will the scar on my


    body vanish?"


    With those words, a shiver ran through her. "I don''t want to keep bringing up the past, Boyd. If I


    could, I''d choose to forget it all my life. But your presence keeps reminding me – I can''t get past it.


    Aren''t you in love with Serana? How can you pester me like this? How is that fair to her?"d2


    Pain was evident on Boyd''s face.


    Yasmine knew that dredging up the past only hurt them both, but the fact remained – he was


    unwilling to let go, he wanted a life with her, and how was he supposed to face all of that?


    "It''s me who''s wronged her. It''s you I love."


    "Ha."


    Her scornfulughter was all that answered his heartfelt deration.


    "Yeah, I know. So, the best revenge is to deny you what you want. Serana is gone. You loved her,


    but now you''ve lost herpletely. And now you love me again? Thanks for giving me this perfect


    chance for revenge."


    Yasmine could feel the blood in her arms stop flowing. With a twisted smile, she delighted in the


    turmoil she saw in Boyd''s emotions.


    Because she had sessfully inflicted pain.


    He deserved to suffer. Why should he live so freely?


    "Have you said enough?" It took a while for Boyd to utter those words, his voice t and cold.


    Yasmine was silent.


    Boyd slowly lifted his gaze to her, then a smirk formed on his lips. Suddenly, he pulled her into an


    embrace, his grip on her waist nearly dragging her into the car parked nearby.


    "What are you doing, Boyd!"


    Yasmine struggled furiously, her shawl slipping from her shoulders, leaving her disheveled, but


    Boyd seemed oblivious, ignoring her protests as he shut the car door and ordered the driver to


    leave.


    Throughout the drive, Yasmine''s strength was no match for his firm hold, rendering her unable to


    move.


    "Boyd..."


    "Yasmine, you can try to hurt me all you want. But no matter what you say, the oue will always


    be what I want. Your words don''t count, and nobody else has the right to interfere – not that they


    could if they tried."


    Yasmine had dealt with all sorts – thugs, schemers, you name it. But against someone as


    shameless as Boyd, she found herself out of options.


    He only used force. He never listened to anyone else, always did as he pleased, never giving


    anyone a chance to choose.


    "What can you do other than forcefully taking people away?"


    "If I spoke nicely to you, would you obediently listen?"


    Yasmine pressed her lips together.


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    "You won''t stay by my side willingly, and you think you''re always right. If I want you, this is the only


    way."


    Yasmine closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths. "Boyd, you say you love me, right? You want


    me to seek revenge? To let me have my way with you?"


    Her tone cooled as she desperately tried to reason with him onest time.


    The talk of revenge was unfiltered, t, and cold, leaving no room for reconciliation between them.


    As she calmed down, Boyd straightened her shawl. He seemed ustomed to her words, and


    when he spoke, his voice carried no trace of emotion. "If there''s a better way to take revenge,


    naturally, I''d choose the best."


    "What''s the point of keeping me with you by force?"


    "I want you, just you, by my side. I''m a jerk, Yasmine, so stop trying to reason with me. You''ve


    always known that."


    Finally, Yasmine snapped, her voice low and furious, "I don''t understand!"


    She shrugged off his hand from her shawl. "I can''t figure it out, so I don’t want to y this game


    anymore, okay?"


    A faint smile yed on Boyd''s lips, his tone unhurried, "You really don''t understand, which is why


    you keep trying to convince me to let you go, or to leave me."


    Yasmine pursed her lips and turned her head to gaze out the other window, finally falling silent.


    Boyd didn''t speak again. Having her by his side was enough for now. And if he said anything more,


    he knew it wouldn''t elicit any response from her. Her patience with him had been exhausted for the


    day.


    He knew she hated him, but he still wanted her close, unwilling to give up.


    Initially, he thought that at least he could see her. Later he found that wearing down her patience


    would make her stay quietly by his side.


    Even if she would rise again tomorrow, he would simply wear her down once more. Then she''d


    remain within his sight.


    He might even quietly get closer to her, as the situation allowed.


    She liked to read quietly, and he could sit by her side and join her. She enjoyed experimenting with


    recipes, and he''d get a taste of whatever she cooked. She had a passion for flower arranging and


    the art of tea, and he would make a special spot to grow her favorite flowers, and seek out the


    world''s finest tea leaves and teaware. On the days her mood was good, he might even share a cup


    with her.


    These were his unexpected joys.


    The car didn''t head out of town but stopped in front of a vi near the city center.


    Yasmine had no fight left, just a cold gaze as she took in the vi before her. Boyd tried to lead her


    inside, but she dodged away.


    He didn''t seem perturbed by her resistance, and despite her reluctance, he took her hand in his and


    led her toward the interior of the property.


    "This is the best ce I could find close to Greenfield Vige. If you ever want to see your daughter


    or those two little grandkids, it''ll be easy toe and go."


    A flicker of emotion passed through Yasmine''s eyes. Instead of taking her straight inside the house,


    Boyd guided her around to the back of the vi. There, several greenhouses stood.


    "The chill is setting in, and I was worried about some of the flowers getting frostbite. Over there is


    the veggie patch, and that greenhouse is full of strawberries. You can pick them fresh in a bit."


    Yasmine, her face an indifferent mask, allowed herself to be pulled into one of the greenhouses.


    Instantly, a wave of floral scent enveloped them.


    Potted nts in full bloom dotted the space. Two-thirds of the greenhouse was freshly turned soil,


    divided into plots with various seedlings taking root.


    "Once springes, we can transnt these seedlings outside. If you''d like to design the garden


    yourself, I can help," Boyd offered.


    "What are you getting at?" Yasmine suddenly asked with a cold voice, "You''re giving up the


    presidential residence?"


    Boyd wrapped an arm around her with a smile, "Yeah, I''m letting go of it. If you''re going to be here,


    albeit reluctantly, I might as well make it a ce you like."


    Yasmine smirked disdainfully at him, "Are you sure it''s reluctantly?"


    He justughed and led her back outside.


    Approaching the vi, Yasmine noted the interior was decorated in a style she had always favored.


    Luxurious yet understated.


    Boyd seemed eager to say more, but Yasmine cut him off, "I''m tired."


    Boyd paused, then nodded, "I''ll show you to your room."


    Yasmine turned and looked at him coldly for a moment before heading upstairs without another


    word.


    The room was unfamiliar, but the bedside table was stacked with books and a simple diffuser was


    releasing a subtle fragrance. Everything was to Yasmine''s taste, so much so that she couldn''t find a


    single fault even if she tried.


    She removed her shawl and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get out."


    Boyd watched her silently for a while before saying, "I''ll be right next door," and then he stepped


    out, closing the door behind him.


    Her revenge, her deliberate stings, her indifference, her coldness, and her defiance... It was


    impossible to say he felt nothing.


    Sometimes, feeling them both struggle, he even considered letting her go for good, to let her be


    somewhere out of his sight, so that she could take her revenge in her own way.


    But then he remembered, if he really wavered in front of her, then they would have no intersection in


    this life anymore. She might fall for another man, or perhaps she didn''t need love, just someone to


    apany her through the rest of her days.


    He couldn''t bear that thought.


    Even now, as cold as she was towards him, it was enough that she belonged to no one else, that


    she was still by his side.


    Yasmine sat facing the window for a long time, as impassive as ever.


    Boyd had forced her to stay by his side over and over, leaving her with nothing but exhaustion and a


    sense of futility after her anger had subsided. No matter what she said or did, it didn''t seem to


    shake him.


    She tried everything to provoke him, hoping that just once he would snap and let her go, or that he


    would stop being so obsessed with her. But that moment never came. She could never wait long


    enough for those words. Her patience was no match for his stubbornness.


    Feeling weary, she took a deep breath and simply slipped under the covers. The clean, crisp scent


    ofundry detergent filled her senses.


    Clutching the edge of the nket, her thoughts drifted to how Boyd had indulged her over the past


    few years, beyond his insistence on keeping her close. Although his personality was sometimes


    problematic, he was mostly kind, gentle, and considerate.