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

Boyd kissed

do that again,” he

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

asked so nicely, I won’t make

as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you finish

Boyd paused, hand still on

pushed his hand away. “Of

about

deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No room

books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off

and headed for

night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

still here.

hand.

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

the watchful eyes

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

of bed. “I’m going

—

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She

stepped out, intending

was speaking with a

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

before

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood

on her for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should head

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

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up

table and toss it in the trash. She took a

of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

at home. She would cook a table of dishes

liked, tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed to

a couple of trash bags and stepped out the

better, I’d say Serana

he finished the water and set the glass on

you

at the doorway, her

away. She looked at Boyd with a half-smile that

it. What’s there to be glad

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

after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is

Then why did

“Since you’ve pointed out the

the consequences would

definitely one I don’t

and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

her for a while, a small

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

another room, or shall I

the blanket.

covered her again, his tone tinged

take a

didn’t reply, diving back into her

—

shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the

her back to him,

under the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

her into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

“I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

dodged him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

offered a faint smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still

Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on his

motionless, letting him hold her

Boyd

closet, and chose

Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his to

pushed her clothes

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