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

that again,”

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

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

he

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you finish

hand still

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

you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No room for

at the books on the coffee

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off

headed for the

night, no

her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

removed her hand. “She’ll

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

the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

bed.

—

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

and stepped out, intending to

and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

years before graduation.

he said.

think my major is

for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

sigh of relief.

beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the

on her for a moment. “I’ve got

a glass

temperature.”

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

toss it in the trash. She took a sip

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

would cook a

house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed

a couple of trash bags and

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

finished the water and set the glass

“Good thing you do know

doorway, her gaze briefly intense

She looked at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to be

and scooped her up, placing her back on

a maid after an

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is

Then why did

“Since you’ve pointed out the difference, if

consequences would

your answer is definitely one I don’t want to

him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile

her phone, looked up at him. “If you

sleep in another room, or shall I go?”

the blanket.

covered her again, his

take

reply, diving back into her

—

found Yasmine already

set aside, her back to him, still as

slipped under the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

the well-defined

motionless, letting him hold her as she drifted

next morning, Boyd

up, opened the closet, and

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

pushed her

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