The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chatper 1891

After dinner, Yasmine and Serana tidied up the dining area.

“Cleaning up” was a generous term, considering Serana was doing most of the

work.

Yasmine, who had grown up in an orphanage, may not have had the easiest

childhood, but she was never required to do chores like cooking, laundering, or

chopping wood. Once she left the orphanage, such tasks were even further from

her reality. Her hands were soft and beautiful, with slender, pale fingers.

Standing beside Serana at the sink, the most Yasmine would do was to wipe

down the already clean dishes. And she had this air about her, as if she had

done some monumental task that deserved high praise.

Enter title…

Serana wasn’t much of a talker. It seemed ever since Yasmine started dating

Boyd, Serana had become even quieter. The time they spent washing dishes

was particularly tough for her. The moment the last plate was dried, she let out a

sigh of relief and quickly said, “There’s nothing left to do now, Yasmine. You

should get on with your evening.”

Yasmine rinsed her hands under the faucet and watched Serana put away the

dishes. “I’ve always meant to say, you have a real knack for cooking and

cleaning,” she said.d2

Serana paused for a moment, then smiled at her. “I’m just curious about these

things, so I tend to pay more attention. Boyd isn’t too keen on eating out. If you

have the time, I could teach you a few of his favorite dishes.”

Yasmine chuckled and shook her head. “No time for that.”

After putting away the utensils, Serana turned and gave her a strained smile.

“They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I’m sure Boyd would

be delighted if you cooked for him.”

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” Yasmine smirked, looking at

her. “Is that what you thought back then?”

Serana’s smile froze instantly. Her eyes locked with Yasmine’s for a few

seconds before she forced herself to look away, her grip tightening on the edge

of the countertop. “It seems like you’ve misunderstood something about us,”

Serana said softly.

Yasmine observed her for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Why so

tense? Who did I misunderstand you with?” she teased.

Serana bit her lip, replying quietly, “Nothing…”

Noticing Serana’s trembling hand on the counter, Yasmine’s eyes sharpened.

“Thank you for the meal,” she said.

Serana didn’t reply, only managing a stiff smile.

Yasmine left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling than

comforting.

Boyd was lounging on the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d brought over,

exuding a mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She approached

and held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed it lightly.

Yasmine looked at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not kiss it.”

“It smells nice,” he said.

“I just washed dishes. So you like the scent of dish soap?”

Boyd pulled her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion. “You?

Washing dishes?”

Yasmine pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did half the

work.”

Boyd chuckled and reached into the drawer under the coffee table, pulling out a

tube of hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s hands

and began to massage it in.

The faint scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were soft and

kissed

that again,”

eyebrow, admiring

so nicely, I won’t make

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

“Not going back until you

paused, hand still

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

about are

deepened

his shoulder. “No room for

the coffee

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table,

and headed for the

tomorrow night,

he laid her down on the bed and leaned

here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

“Then we’ll talk after she leaves.

it under the watchful eyes

joking, Boyd

bed.

—

shower, Yasmine found that Boyd

intending to

was speaking with a detached tone

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

“I think my major

a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

a moment. “I’ve got homework.

handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

pick up an orange peel

and toss it in the

way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

would cook a table of dishes that

tidy the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

a couple of trash bags and stepped

better, I’d say Serana was the

brow twitched as he finished the water and

“Good thing you do

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

looked at Boyd with a

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to

sighed and scooped her up, placing her back on

mistaken for a maid after an

that amusing.”

you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

why did you feel

pointed out the difference, if I were

the consequences would probably

your answer is definitely one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said

away and dived under the covers. “As

consequences are indeed severe.”

for a while, a small smile curling

on her phone, looked up at

another room, or shall I

the blanket.

down and covered her again, his

“I’ll take

reply, diving back into her

—

found Yasmine

aside, her back to him, still

covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed into

“I didn’t think you’d fall asleep

his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

to compromise with regret,

at the well-defined muscles on his chest for a

letting him hold her

woke up the next morning, Boyd was

the closet, and chose an

clothes had

pushed her clothes

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