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

that again,”

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

nicely, I won’t

shaking his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

Boyd paused, hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

thinking about are off the

deepened at her

his shoulder. “No room for

on the

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off

headed

tomorrow night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

still here.

her hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

doing it under the watchful

wasn’t joking, Boyd

bed.

—

found that Boyd wasn’t in

intending to get

Boyd was speaking with a

before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

“I think my major is

silent for a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood

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

a glass of

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

and toss it in the trash. She took

her of the way Bryson’s wife,

wife at home. She would cook

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out

I’d say Serana was the maid

brow twitched as he finished the water and set the glass

you do

the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite

it. What’s

sighed and scooped her up, placing her back on the bed in the

an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there

Then why did you feel

head, “Since you’ve pointed out

consequences would

I don’t want

and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small smile curling

on her phone, looked up at him.

or shall I go?” With that, she lifted the

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

take

reply, diving back into

—

Yasmine

her back to him, still as

under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

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

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So let’s start

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled

at the well-defined muscles on his chest

him hold her as

next morning, Boyd was

opened the closet, and

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed

sight to see. She pushed her

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