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

that again,”

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

nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

as he gently

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you

Boyd paused, hand still

hand away. “Of course.

things you’re thinking about are

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No

the coffee table. “What about

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped

headed for the

tomorrow night, no

her down on the bed and

mouth. “Serana’s still here.

her hand. “She’ll

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

to doing it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

bed.

—

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

stepped out, intending to

speaking with

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

“I think

moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

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

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

on her for a moment. “I’ve

a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an

in the trash. She took a

wife,

She would cook a table of dishes

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed

grabbed a couple of trash bags

didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana

as he finished the water and set the glass on

“Good thing you do know she’s

narrowed her eyes at the doorway,

looked at Boyd with a

be it.

scooped her up, placing her

mistaken for a maid after an

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or that

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment.

Then why

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

the consequences would

one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine

and dived under the covers. “As

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small smile curling his

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

room, or shall I go?” With

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone

take

back into her mobile

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under

set aside, her back to

the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

he gazed

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall

deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still

Yasmine stared at the well-defined

letting him hold her as

the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out

up, opened the closet,

her clothes had

see. She pushed her clothes

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