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

do that again,” he

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

I won’t

his head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back

paused, hand still

away. “Of course.

about

frown deepened at her

shoulder. “No

the coffee table. “What

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

laid her down on the bed and leaned over

“Serana’s still here. Have

hand. “She’ll

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

doing it under the watchful eyes of

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

out of bed. “I’m going to

—

that Boyd

and stepped out, intending to get

left yet, and Boyd was speaking

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is totally

moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

beginning of their

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

her for a moment. “I’ve

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

it in the

wife, Aliza,

capable wife at home. She would cook a table

the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

trash bags and stepped out

better, I’d say Serana was the maid

he finished the water and set the glass on the

thing you do

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze

looked at Boyd with a half-smile

it. What’s

and scooped her up, placing her back on

an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

smile was shallow, “So are you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

difference? Then why

head, “Since you’ve pointed out the difference,

consequences would

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

away and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile

just scrolling on her phone, looked up at him. “If

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

the blanket.

down and covered her again,

“I’ll take a

back into

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back to him, still as

covers, and was

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid

forehead, “I didn’t think

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So let’s start with that paper

arguments.”

but to compromise with regret, still pulled her

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles

him hold her as she

woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got

opened the closet, and

was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

pushed

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