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

that again,”

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

so nicely, I won’t make

shaking his head as he

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back

hand

pushed his hand away.

thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

shoulder.

books on the coffee

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the

and headed for

night, no

her down on the bed and leaned over

here. Have you

hand. “She’ll

embrace. “Then we’ll

doing it under the watchful eyes of a

joking,

bed. “I’m going to

—

shower, Yasmine found that Boyd

stepped out, intending to

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

“I think my major is totally

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

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should head

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

toss it in the trash. She

way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

would cook a table of dishes that her

liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

trash

any better, I’d

the water and

thing you

doorway, her gaze briefly

She looked at Boyd with a half-smile that

be it.

scooped her up, placing her back

maid after an

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment.

difference? Then why did

you’ve pointed out

would probably be

don’t want to hear,”

pushed him away and dived under the covers. “As

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling

just scrolling on her phone, looked

another room, or shall I go?” With

the blanket.

covered her

take a

didn’t reply, diving back into her mobile

—

Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back to him,

slipped under the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

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

“I didn’t think you’d fall

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s

arguments.”

compromise with regret,

Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles

motionless, letting him hold

Boyd was

the closet, and

her clothes had pushed his to

sight to see. She pushed her clothes

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