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

that

admiring her

won’t make it difficult for

as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

hand still on

hand away. “Of

about are

frown deepened

patted his shoulder.

books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

laid her down on the bed and leaned over her,

“Serana’s still here.

hand.

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

under the watchful eyes of a

joking, Boyd

of bed. “I’m going to

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

intending

left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think

silent for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

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

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

her for a moment.

glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange

the trash. She took a

her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part

capable wife at home. She would cook a table

until it was

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out

I didn’t know any better, I’d say

as he finished the water and set the glass on the

“Good thing you do

the doorway, her gaze

She looked at Boyd with a half-smile that

she’s not, so be it.

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

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

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t upset,

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment.

difference? Then why did

shook his head, “Since you’ve pointed out

consequences would probably be

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

and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile curling his lips.

phone, looked up at him.

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

the blanket.

it back down and covered her again,

take a

back into her

—

shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the

her back to him, still

under the covers, and was greeted

fragrant scent.

he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

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

him. “Do

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still

well-defined muscles on

him hold her as she

woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

opened the closet,

apartment, her clothes had pushed his to a

She pushed her clothes aside,

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