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 again,”

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

I won’t make it difficult for

laughed, shaking his head as he gently

tonight?”

“Not going back until you

Boyd paused, hand

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

things you’re thinking about are off

frown deepened

his shoulder. “No room for

the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off

and headed

night, no

and leaned over her, Yasmine put

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

bed. “I’m

—

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

out, intending to

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

graduation. You’re

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally

moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up

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

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

pick up an orange

the

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

wife at home. She would cook

the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed

trash bags and stepped out the

I didn’t know any better, I’d say

as he finished the water and set the

you do know she’s

doorway,

looked at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite a

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to be

up, placing her back on the bed

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

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is there a

difference? Then why did

his head, “Since you’ve pointed out the

consequences would

don’t

and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

a small smile curling his lips. “Is this…

phone, looked up at him. “If

I go?” With that, she lifted the edge

the blanket.

and covered

“I’ll take

reply, diving back into her

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under

set aside, her back to him, still as

slipped under the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed into her still-lucid

think you’d fall asleep so

his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on

him hold

woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She

up, opened the closet, and chose

clothes had pushed his

to see. She pushed her clothes aside, making

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