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 them

that again,” he

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine,

won’t make it difficult

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not going back until

paused, hand still on her

pushed his hand away. “Of course.

thinking about

deepened at her

his shoulder. “No room

on the

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off

and headed for

night,

the bed and

mouth. “Serana’s still here.

removed her hand.

his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

to doing it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m

—

Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

stepped out, intending to get

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

before graduation.

he said.

“I think

moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood

a moment.

handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up

toss it in the trash. She took a

wife, Aliza, would play the part of

at home. She would cook

it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was

couple of trash bags and stepped out the

I’d

as he finished the water and set the glass

“Good thing you do

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

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

she’s not, so be it.

sighed and scooped her up, placing her

for a maid after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

Then why

head, “Since you’ve pointed out the difference, if I were to

consequences would probably be

I don’t want

him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile curling

her phone, looked

in another room, or shall I go?”

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

take

reply, diving back

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back

the covers,

fragrant scent.

into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

stared at the well-defined muscles on his chest for a

him hold her as

morning, Boyd was gone. She got

up, opened the closet,

apartment, her clothes

to see. She pushed

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