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 them

do that again,”

admiring her

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

shaking his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until

paused, hand

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

you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No room

books on the coffee table.

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for

night, no

bed and

“Serana’s still here. Have

hand.

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

doing it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

got out of bed.

—

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

out, intending to get

Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

graduation.

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally

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

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the sofa,

moment. “I’ve

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an

table and toss it in the trash.

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

She would cook a table of dishes that her

until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed

couple of trash

know any better, I’d say Serana was the maid

he finished the water and set the glass

“Good thing you do

eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly

She looked at Boyd with a half-smile

so be it. What’s there

and scooped her up, placing her back on the bed

a maid after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

why

pointed out the difference,

consequences would

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

dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

her for a while, a small smile curling

scrolling on her phone, looked up

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

the blanket.

covered her

“I’ll take

didn’t reply, diving back

—

shower, Boyd found Yasmine already

back to

the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed into her

think you’d fall

dodged him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

but to compromise with regret, still pulled her

the well-defined muscles on his chest

motionless, letting him hold

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was

the closet, and chose

her clothes had pushed his to

sight to see. She pushed her

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