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

do that again,”

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make

head as he gently tugged

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going

hand

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

things you’re thinking about are off

deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No room

on the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table,

and headed

tomorrow night, no

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

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

hand. “She’ll

“Then

the

joking, Boyd

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

Boyd

intending

speaking with a detached

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

“I think

before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood

for a moment. “I’ve got

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

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick

table and toss it in the

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

would cook

it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was

couple of trash bags and stepped out

better, I’d say Serana was the

twitched as he finished the water and set the glass on the

“Good thing you do know she’s

doorway, her gaze briefly

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

it. What’s

placing her back on the

after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved she wasn’t upset,

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment.

difference? Then why

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

would

your answer is definitely one I don’t want

away and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is

just scrolling on her phone, looked up at

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

the blanket.

down and covered her again, his tone tinged

take

didn’t reply, diving back into her mobile

—

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

aside, her back

slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed into her

think

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

offered a faint smile, “So let’s start

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret,

stared at the well-defined muscles on his

hold her as she drifted

Boyd

up, opened the closet,

was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his

She pushed her clothes aside, making

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