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 them

do that again,”

an eyebrow, admiring

I won’t make it difficult

head as he

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you

paused, hand still on her

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

thinking about

frown deepened

his shoulder. “No room for

the

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the

headed for the

tomorrow night,

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

still here. Have you

hand.

out of his embrace. “Then

it under the watchful eyes of a third

wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed. “I’m going

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the

and stepped out, intending to get

and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally

before

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

of their

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick

the trash. She took a

way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

wife at home. She would cook a table

liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed

trash bags and stepped out

better, I’d say Serana was the maid around

finished the water

“Good thing you do know she’s

her eyes at the doorway, her

at Boyd with a

so be it. What’s there

scooped her up, placing her

after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is there a

Then why did you feel

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

consequences would probably be

one I don’t want to

away and dived under the covers. “As you say,

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling his lips.

was just scrolling on her phone, looked up at him.

I go?” With that, she lifted the edge

the blanket.

covered her again,

take a

diving back into her

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

her back to him, still

the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

into his arms, he gazed into

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled

stared at the well-defined muscles

letting him hold her as she drifted

Boyd was gone. She got out

closet, and chose

was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

pushed

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