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

admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine,

won’t

head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand still

and pushed his hand away.

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No

books on the coffee table. “What about

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for

tomorrow night,

he laid her down on the bed and leaned over her,

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

hand. “She’ll

his embrace. “Then we’ll talk

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a third

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

bed. “I’m going

—

Boyd wasn’t in

out, intending to

speaking with a detached tone on the

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

their conversation,

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from

for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I

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

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

the trash. She

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

She would cook a table of dishes

it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed to

a couple of trash bags

didn’t know any better, I’d say

the water and set the

“Good thing you do know she’s

at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

with a half-smile that wasn’t

she’s not, so be it. What’s

scooped her up, placing her back on the

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

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is there

difference? Then why did

pointed out the difference, if I were to

would

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

away and dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

a small smile curling

phone, looked up at him. “If

I go?” With that,

the blanket.

down and covered her again, his

take a

back into her mobile

—

found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back to him,

frowned slightly, slipped under the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

with no choice but to compromise

well-defined muscles on his chest for a

hold her as she

up the next morning, Boyd was

closet, and chose an

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his

to see. She pushed

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