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

Boyd kissed them again,

that again,” he

eyebrow, admiring

won’t

head as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back

hand still

his hand away. “Of

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened

shoulder. “No room

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

headed for

tomorrow night, no

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

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

hand. “She’ll leave

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

doing it under the watchful eyes

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

bed. “I’m going

—

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

out, intending to

left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a

graduation.

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

moment.

a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

pick up

toss it in the trash. She

the way Bryson’s wife,

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that her

house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed

couple of trash bags and stepped out the

didn’t know any better, I’d say

finished the water and set the glass

thing you do know she’s

doorway, her gaze briefly intense

with a half-smile that

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

scooped her up, placing her back on the bed in the

a maid after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment.

why did you feel

shook his head, “Since you’ve pointed out the

would

one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine

but pushed him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling his lips. “Is

scrolling on her phone, looked up

room, or shall I go?” With that, she

the blanket.

and covered

take a

diving back into her

—

Yasmine already nestled under the

set aside, her back to

the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

gazed into her

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

dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with

the well-defined muscles on his

hold her as

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

closet, and

apartment, her clothes

see. She pushed her clothes

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