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

do that again,”

admiring her

I won’t

head as he

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until

paused, hand still on

pushed his hand away. “Of course.

things you’re thinking about are

deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

the books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for

night,

on the bed and leaned over

still here. Have

hand.

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

doing it under the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

out of bed.

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the

stepped out, intending to get

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a

before graduation. You’re

he said.

think

silent for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

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

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

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

the trash. She took a sip

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

home. She would cook a table of

the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

a couple of trash bags and stepped out the

any better, I’d say Serana was the maid

as he finished the water and set the glass on the

thing you

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

looked at Boyd with a

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to

her up, placing her back on the

mistaken for a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

Then why

you’ve pointed out

the consequences would

your answer is definitely one I don’t

away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

for a while, a small smile curling

phone, looked up at him. “If

another room, or shall I go?”

the blanket.

pinned it back down and covered her again,

take

diving back into

—

Yasmine

set aside, her back to him,

under the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

he gazed into

“I didn’t think you’d fall asleep

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

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start with that paper

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled

the well-defined muscles on

hold her

morning, Boyd

opened the closet,

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

pushed her clothes aside,

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