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

Boyd kissed

that again,” he

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

his head as he

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you

hand still on

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

thinking about are off

deepened at

his shoulder.

the books on the

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for

tomorrow night,

laid her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

“Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

the

joking, Boyd

bed.

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the

and stepped out, intending to get a

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

“I think

silent for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

on her for a moment. “I’ve

and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel

toss it in the trash. She took a

her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part

would cook

house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was

trash bags and stepped out the

better, I’d say Serana was the maid around

the water and set the

“Good thing you

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite

be it. What’s

up, placing her back on

for a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved she wasn’t upset,

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

why did you

you’ve pointed out the difference, if I were to

the consequences would probably

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

him away and dived under the covers. “As

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling his

her phone, looked up at

in another room, or shall I go?” With that, she

the blanket.

covered her

“I’ll take a

diving back

—

Yasmine already nestled

set aside, her back to him, still as

the covers, and

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid

her forehead, “I didn’t think

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

the well-defined muscles

him hold her as

next morning, Boyd was

opened the closet, and chose an

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his to a

She pushed her clothes

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