The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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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 again,

do that again,”

an eyebrow, admiring

so nicely, I won’t make

head as he

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not going back until you

hand

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

about are off the

deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No

the books on the

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed

tomorrow night,

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll

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

under the watchful eyes of a

joking, Boyd sat

of bed. “I’m going

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

intending

left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

graduation. You’re

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally

before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up

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

and handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

it in the trash. She took a sip

wife, Aliza, would play the

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that her

house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed to

trash bags and

I’d say

finished the water and set the glass on

you

at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

Boyd with a

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

her back on the bed in

a maid after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t upset,

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is

Then why did you

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

the consequences would

your answer is definitely one I don’t want

pushed him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

for a while, a small smile

phone, looked up at him. “If you

shall I go?” With

the blanket.

down and covered her again, his tone tinged

“I’ll take a

didn’t reply, diving back

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the

set aside, her back to him,

the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid

“I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start with

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret, still

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on

hold her

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out

the closet, and chose

apartment, her clothes

pushed her clothes aside, making

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