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 again,

do that again,” he

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

nicely, I won’t make it

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

“Not going back until you

Boyd paused, hand

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

about are off

frown deepened at

shoulder. “No room for

on the coffee table. “What

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off

headed for the

tomorrow night, no

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

here. Have

hand.

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

it under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed.

—

found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She

and stepped out, intending to

Boyd was speaking with

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

sigh

caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

Serana

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

a glass

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an

the trash. She took a

wife, Aliza,

home. She would cook

it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

couple of trash bags

better, I’d say Serana was the

he finished the water and set

you do

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

with a half-smile

so be it. What’s there to be

scooped her up, placing her

for a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt

that amusing.”

“So are you

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is

Then why

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

would probably be

don’t want to hear,”

dived under the covers. “As you say,

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile

who was just scrolling on her phone,

room, or shall I go?” With

the blanket.

back down and covered her

take a

didn’t reply, diving back into her

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under

back to him, still as

slightly, slipped under the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

he gazed into

think you’d fall

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

but to compromise with

at the well-defined muscles on his chest

him hold her as she

Boyd

closet,

her clothes had pushed his

to see. She pushed her clothes

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