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

admiring her

I won’t

he

tonight?”

“Not going back until you finish my

Boyd paused, hand still on

hand away. “Of

things you’re thinking about are off the

deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No room

at the books on the coffee

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table,

and headed for

night,

on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put

still here. Have you no

hand. “She’ll

“Then we’ll

under the watchful eyes

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd

stepped out, intending to get a

and Boyd was speaking

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

“I think my major is totally

moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up

on her for a moment. “I’ve

a glass of

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an

toss it in the trash. She took a sip of

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

wife at home. She would cook a table

the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed

couple of trash bags and stepped

any better, I’d say Serana was

the water and set

“Good thing you do

doorway, her gaze briefly

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

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to be glad

her up, placing her back

for a maid after an

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

difference? Then why did you feel

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

would probably be

one I don’t want

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

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small smile curling his lips.

on her phone, looked

room, or shall I go?”

the blanket.

covered her again,

take

didn’t reply, diving back into her mobile

—

found Yasmine

aside, her back to him,

frowned slightly, slipped under the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

didn’t think you’d fall

Yasmine dodged him. “Do

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on his chest for a

hold

the next morning, Boyd was

opened the closet,

apartment, her clothes had

She pushed her

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