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

kissed them

that

eyebrow, admiring her

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

he gently

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back

Boyd paused, hand

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

things you’re thinking about

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No room

on the coffee table. “What about starting next

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the

headed for

tomorrow night, no

on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

“Serana’s still here. Have

removed her hand. “She’ll

his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

it under the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking,

of bed.

—

Boyd

out, intending to

Boyd was speaking with a detached

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally

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

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

beginning of their

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

on her for a moment.

glass

temperature.”

pick up an orange

and toss it in the trash.

of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

home. She would cook a

until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed to

couple of trash

know any better, I’d

water and set the glass on the

you do know she’s

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

at Boyd with a half-smile

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

up, placing her back

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

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is there

difference? Then why did you feel

out the difference,

consequences would

don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said

pushed him away and dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

a small

who was just scrolling on her phone,

I go?” With that, she

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone

take

reply, diving back into

—

found Yasmine

set aside, her back to

slightly, slipped under the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

“I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise

well-defined muscles on his chest

hold her

next morning, Boyd was gone.

up, opened the closet,

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his

pushed her clothes aside,

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