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,”

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

won’t make

his head as he

tonight?”

“Not going back

paused, hand still

away. “Of course. But until it’s done,

thinking about are off

frown deepened

his shoulder.

the coffee

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table,

and headed for

night, no

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

here. Have

hand.

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

the watchful eyes

joking, Boyd sat up

out of bed. “I’m going to

—

Boyd wasn’t in

and stepped out, intending to

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

“I think my

moment before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

a moment.

glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel

in the trash.

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

capable wife at home. She would cook a

the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk,

trash bags and stepped out the

better, I’d say Serana was the maid

he finished the water and set the glass on

you do know

the doorway, her gaze

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

she’s not, so be it. What’s there

her back on the bed

a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there a

Then why did

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

consequences would probably be

answer is definitely one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said

him away and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

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

on her phone,

another room, or shall I go?” With that, she

the blanket.

and covered

take a

diving back into her mobile

—

Yasmine already nestled

set aside, her back to him,

slipped under the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed into her

“I didn’t think you’d

dodged him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

with no choice but to compromise with regret, still

the well-defined muscles on his chest for

motionless, letting him hold

morning, Boyd was gone. She

up, opened the closet, and chose an

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had

to see. She pushed her clothes aside, making

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