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

that

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

won’t make it difficult

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not

hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

about are off

deepened at

shoulder.

the coffee table. “What about

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off

headed

night,

and leaned over her, Yasmine put

still here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll leave

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

under the

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

of bed. “I’m going

—

found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

out, intending

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my

a moment before

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up

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

Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

toss it in the trash. She

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

She would cook a table of dishes

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed

a couple of trash

I didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana

finished the water and set

you do know

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

at Boyd with a half-smile that

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to

up, placing her back on the

a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is

why did you

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

would probably

one I don’t want to hear,”

dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is this…

just scrolling on her phone, looked up

or shall I go?” With that, she lifted

the blanket.

down and covered her again, his

“I’ll take

diving back into her mobile

—

Yasmine

back to him, still as

slightly, slipped under the covers, and was greeted

fragrant scent.

he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So let’s start with

arguments.”

but to compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

Yasmine stared at the well-defined

letting him hold her as she drifted

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was

closet, and

apartment, her clothes had pushed his to a

sight to see. She pushed her clothes

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