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

that

admiring her

so nicely, I won’t make it

his head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back

hand still on her

away.

thinking about are off

deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off

and headed

tomorrow night,

the bed and leaned over her,

still here.

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

of his embrace. “Then

to doing it under the watchful eyes

joking,

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

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

stepped out, intending to get

Boyd was speaking with

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

he said.

anxious. “I think my major

was silent for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana

for a moment. “I’ve

a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

in the trash. She took

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

would cook a table of dishes

until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed

of trash bags and stepped out the

I’d say Serana was the

he finished the water and set the glass on

“Good thing you do know she’s

doorway, her gaze

away. She looked at Boyd with a half-smile

be it. What’s

up, placing her back on the bed in

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

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

why

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

would probably be

one I don’t

him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small smile curling his lips.

phone, looked up at him. “If you

room, or shall I

the blanket.

covered her again, his tone tinged

“I’ll take

didn’t reply, diving back into

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already

set aside, her back to

covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

“I didn’t think you’d fall asleep

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start with that paper

arguments.”

but to compromise with regret, still pulled

stared at the well-defined muscles on his chest for a

hold her

woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

closet,

clothes had pushed his

sight to see. She pushed her clothes

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