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 them

do that again,”

admiring

nicely, I won’t

head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not going

hand still on her

away. “Of course. But until it’s

thinking about are off the

frown deepened at

his shoulder.

the books on the coffee table. “What about starting

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off

headed for

tomorrow night, no

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

here. Have you no

hand.

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

it under the watchful eyes of a

she wasn’t joking,

bed. “I’m going

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

stepped out, intending

speaking with a detached tone on

before graduation. You’re

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

pick up an orange

table and toss it in the trash. She

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the

cook a table of dishes that

the house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped

I’d say Serana was the maid around

finished the water and set

“Good thing you do know she’s

eyes at the doorway, her

away. She looked at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite a

it. What’s there to be

placing her back on the bed

mistaken for a maid after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is

difference? Then why did you

pointed out the difference, if I were

consequences would probably

your answer is definitely one I don’t want to

pushed him away and dived under the covers. “As you say,

consequences are indeed severe.”

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

who was just scrolling on her phone, looked up

shall I go?” With that, she

the blanket.

and covered her

“I’ll take a

back into

—

Yasmine already

her back to him, still

under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed into her

“I didn’t think you’d fall

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her

stared at the well-defined muscles on his chest

him hold her as she

the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got

up, opened the closet, and chose

was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had

She pushed her

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