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 them again,

do that

arched an eyebrow, admiring

nicely, I won’t make

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

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

paused, hand

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

about are off the

frown deepened at

shoulder. “No room

the books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off

and headed for

tomorrow night,

and leaned over her, Yasmine put

here. Have you

removed her hand.

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

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

bed.

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

intending to get

speaking with a

two years before graduation.

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

moment. “I’ve got

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

Serana pick up an orange peel

and toss it in the trash.

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

at home. She would cook a

house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

couple of trash bags and stepped out

know any better, I’d say Serana

twitched as he finished the water and set the

“Good thing you do know

narrowed her eyes at the doorway,

at Boyd with a half-smile

so be it. What’s there to

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

after an

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

why did you

you’ve pointed out the difference, if I were to

the consequences would probably be

one I don’t want to hear,”

and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile curling his

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

sleep in another room, or shall I go?”

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his

take

didn’t reply, diving back

—

found Yasmine

aside, her back to him,

covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

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

think you’d fall asleep so

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still

stared at the well-defined muscles on

him hold

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd

up, opened the closet, and chose

apartment, her clothes had pushed his

to see. She pushed her clothes aside,

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