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,

that again,” he

admiring her well-cared-for

I won’t make it difficult

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you

hand still

and pushed his hand away. “Of

thinking about are off the

deepened at her

shoulder. “No room

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

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for

night, no

down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

here.

hand. “She’ll

“Then we’ll talk after

under the watchful eyes of a

she wasn’t joking,

of bed. “I’m

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

and stepped out, intending to get a

Boyd was speaking with a detached

have two years before graduation.

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally

for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

Serana stood

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

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

temperature.”

Serana pick up an

toss it in the trash. She

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

capable wife at home. She would cook a

son liked, tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed to

trash bags and stepped out

know any better, I’d say Serana was the maid around

he finished the water and set the glass

“Good thing you

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense

with a half-smile that wasn’t

it. What’s

up, placing her back on the bed

an

that amusing.”

smile was shallow, “So are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or that

didn’t make her upset?”

moment.

why did you feel

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

consequences would probably be

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

but pushed him away and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling

her phone, looked up at him.

I

the blanket.

down and covered her again,

“I’ll take

back into her

—

Yasmine already

her back

frowned slightly, slipped under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

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

think

his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start with that

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise

well-defined muscles on

letting him hold her

up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

closet, and

her clothes had pushed

to see. She pushed

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