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 again,

that again,” he

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

asked so nicely, I won’t make

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back

hand

and pushed his hand away. “Of course.

you’re thinking about are off

deepened at

patted his shoulder.

the coffee table.

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the

headed

tomorrow night,

and leaned over her,

mouth. “Serana’s still here.

hand. “She’ll

his embrace. “Then

the watchful eyes of a third

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

out of bed. “I’m

—

found that Boyd wasn’t

intending

was speaking with a detached

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

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

it’s up to you.”

sigh of relief.

of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

on her for a moment. “I’ve

a glass of water.

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

it in the

the way Bryson’s wife,

cook

tidy the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

a couple of trash bags and stepped

better, I’d say Serana

he finished the water and set the glass on the

thing you

the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

with a

so be it. What’s there to be

her back on

after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

difference? Then why

shook his head, “Since you’ve pointed out

would

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

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

consequences are indeed severe.”

for a while, a small smile curling

scrolling on her phone, looked

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

the blanket.

and covered

“I’ll take a

reply, diving back into

—

found Yasmine already nestled

set aside, her back to him, still

covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

forehead, “I didn’t think

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

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her

stared at the well-defined

motionless, letting him hold

woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

the closet, and chose

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

She pushed her

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