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 again,”

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

asked so nicely, I won’t

he gently tugged

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not

hand still

hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

about are off

frown deepened at her

his shoulder. “No room for

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

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off

and headed for

night, no

her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

here. Have

her hand. “She’ll

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m

doing it under the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking,

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

Boyd wasn’t in the

stepped out, intending to

speaking with a detached

two years before graduation. You’re

he said.

anxious. “I think my

was silent for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana

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

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

temperature.”

pick up an

it in the trash. She took a sip of

wife, Aliza, would play the part of the

would cook a table of dishes that her

tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was

couple of trash bags and stepped

I didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana was the maid

brow twitched as he finished the water and set the glass

you

narrowed her eyes at the doorway,

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

it. What’s

up, placing her back on

a maid after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

smile was shallow, “So are you

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there

difference? Then why did

out

consequences would probably be

definitely one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine

but pushed him away and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small

scrolling on her phone, looked up

shall I go?” With that,

the blanket.

and covered her again,

“I’ll take

back into her

—

Yasmine already nestled under

aside, her back to him,

covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

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

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

him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still

well-defined muscles on

hold her

Boyd was gone.

the closet,

her clothes

sight to see. She pushed her clothes aside,

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