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

do that again,” he

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

won’t make it difficult for

as he gently tugged

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back

hand still

hand away. “Of

thinking about

deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

on the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table,

headed

night,

the bed and

“Serana’s still here. Have

her hand. “She’ll

“Then

under the

wasn’t joking, Boyd

out of bed. “I’m

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

intending to

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

anxious. “I think my

moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

Serana

moment. “I’ve got homework. I should

and handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

in the trash. She

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

at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

liked, tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out the

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

he finished the water and set the glass

“Good thing you

the doorway, her gaze briefly

with a half-smile that

be it. What’s there to be

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

after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there a

Then why did

pointed out the

consequences would

one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said with

away and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is

phone, looked up

or shall I go?”

the blanket.

covered her again, his tone

take a

back

—

found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

set aside, her back to him, still

slipped under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

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

didn’t think you’d

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

with no choice but to compromise with regret, still

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles

motionless, letting him hold her as she

morning, Boyd was gone. She got out of

opened the closet, and chose an

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

sight to see. She pushed her

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