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

an eyebrow, admiring

nicely, I won’t make it

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

look. “Not going back

paused, hand still

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

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

his shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the coffee

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table,

headed for the

night, no

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

here. Have you

removed her hand.

his embrace. “Then we’ll

to doing it under the

joking, Boyd sat

of bed. “I’m going

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

out, intending

Boyd was speaking with a

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

think

a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood

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

a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick

and toss it in the trash.

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

She would cook a table of

liked, tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk,

grabbed a couple of trash bags

I’d say Serana was the maid around

brow twitched as he finished the water and set

“Good thing you do

the doorway, her gaze

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

not, so be it. What’s there

up, placing her back on the

after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is

Then why

pointed out the difference, if I were

consequences would

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

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

consequences are indeed severe.”

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

was just scrolling on her phone, looked up

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

the blanket.

covered her again, his tone

take a

didn’t reply, diving back

—

Yasmine already nestled

set aside, her back to him, still

frowned slightly, slipped under the covers, and was greeted

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

think you’d fall asleep so

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

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on his chest

him hold her as she

the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

the closet, and

her clothes

pushed her

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