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,”

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

so nicely, I won’t

laughed, shaking his head as he

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going

paused, hand still on

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

things you’re thinking about are off

deepened at

shoulder. “No

the books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for the

night,

he laid her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

her hand. “She’ll

his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a third

wasn’t joking,

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

intending to

yet, and Boyd was speaking

graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from

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

and handed Yasmine a glass

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

it in the trash. She took a sip

the way Bryson’s wife,

would cook

the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out the

didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana was the maid around

the water and set the

you

doorway, her gaze briefly

She looked at Boyd with a

it. What’s there to be

her up, placing her back on the

mistaken for a maid after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is

difference? Then why did you

you’ve pointed out the difference, if I were

would probably be

your answer is definitely one I don’t

pushed him away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

her for a while, a small

on her phone, looked

shall I go?” With that, she lifted the edge

the blanket.

covered

“I’ll take a

back

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under

set aside, her back to him, still as

under the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall

dodged him. “Do you think I was

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start with

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with

Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on his

motionless, letting him hold her

morning, Boyd was gone. She

closet, and chose

clothes

see. She pushed her clothes aside, making

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