The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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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

that again,”

admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine,

nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

he gently tugged at

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back

Boyd paused, hand

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s done,

thinking about

deepened

patted his shoulder.

at the books on the coffee table. “What about

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table,

and headed

tomorrow night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll

“Then we’ll talk

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a third

she wasn’t joking,

bed. “I’m going

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She

stepped out, intending to get

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

think my major is

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

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the sofa,

moment.

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

toss it in the trash. She

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife,

home. She would cook a table of dishes

it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was

grabbed a couple of trash bags

any better, I’d

water and set the

you do know

doorway, her gaze briefly

She looked at Boyd with

so be it. What’s there to be

her up, placing her back on the bed in

mistaken for a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt she’d

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is

why

out the

consequences would probably

your answer is definitely one I don’t

away and dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is

on her phone, looked up at him. “If

another room, or shall I go?”

the blanket.

down and covered

“I’ll take

back into

—

found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back

the covers, and

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

dodged him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still

well-defined muscles on his

him hold her

the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out of

the closet, and chose an

apartment, her clothes

sight to see. She pushed her clothes aside,

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