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

eyebrow, admiring her

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged

tonight?”

“Not going back

hand

his hand away. “Of course. But

things you’re thinking about are

deepened

his shoulder. “No room

at the books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed

night,

and leaned over her, Yasmine

here.

her hand. “She’ll leave

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

the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed.

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

and stepped out, intending to

yet, and Boyd was speaking

before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

was silent for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

beginning of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from

for a moment. “I’ve

a glass

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

it in the trash. She took a sip

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

wife at home. She would cook a

tidy the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed

grabbed a couple of trash bags

I’d

as he finished the water and set

thing you do know she’s

at the doorway, her

She looked at Boyd with a half-smile

it. What’s there to

up, placing her

maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt she’d

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is

why did

head, “Since you’ve pointed out the difference,

the consequences would

one I don’t want to

away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

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

was just scrolling on her phone,

go sleep in another room, or shall I go?” With that,

the blanket.

back down and covered her again,

“I’ll take a

back into

—

shower, Boyd found Yasmine

back to

the covers,

fragrant scent.

gazed into

forehead, “I didn’t think

dodged him. “Do

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

to compromise with regret, still pulled her

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on

hold her

up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

the closet, and chose an

apartment, her clothes had pushed his to a

see. She pushed her

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