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

admiring

so nicely, I won’t make

his head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

paused, hand still on

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

thinking about are

frown deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

books on the coffee table.

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table,

headed for

night, no

down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

out of his embrace. “Then

the watchful

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

stepped out, intending to get a

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

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

“I think my

for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve got

glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

Serana pick up

and toss it in the trash. She took a

the way Bryson’s wife,

at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

it was

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

a couple of trash bags

know any better, I’d say Serana was the

twitched as he finished the water

you

at the doorway,

Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite

it. What’s there to

up, placing her

for a maid after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

you

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment.

difference? Then why did

pointed out the difference, if I

would probably be

I don’t

dived under the covers. “As

consequences are indeed severe.”

a small smile curling his lips. “Is

her phone, looked

go sleep in another room, or shall I go?” With that, she lifted

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

take a

reply, diving back into

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled

aside, her back to

slipped under the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

into his arms, he gazed

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So

arguments.”

to compromise

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined

him hold her

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

closet, and chose an

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had

see. She pushed her clothes

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