The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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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 again,

do that again,” he

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

won’t make it difficult for

shaking his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back

paused, hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of course.

you’re thinking about are

frown deepened at her

his shoulder. “No room for

on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table, scooped

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

and leaned over

here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll leave

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

to doing it under the watchful

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

bed. “I’m

—

Boyd wasn’t in the

out, intending to get a

was speaking with a detached tone on

still have two years before graduation. You’re

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

was silent for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from

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

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

Serana pick up an orange peel

toss it in the trash. She

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

at home. She would cook a table of dishes

the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed to

a couple of trash bags and stepped

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

twitched as he finished the water and set

“Good thing you

eyes at the doorway,

at Boyd with a

not, so be it. What’s there

sighed and scooped her up, placing her back on the bed in the

a maid after an

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is there

why did you

out the difference, if I were to

the consequences would probably

I don’t want to hear,”

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

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile

who was just scrolling on her phone, looked up at

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

the blanket.

pinned it back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

“I’ll take

back into

—

Boyd found Yasmine already

her back to

slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

he gazed into her still-lucid eyes

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So let’s start with that paper

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with regret,

Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles

letting him hold her

Boyd was gone.

the closet,

apartment, her clothes had pushed his

pushed

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