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

do that again,” he

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

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

shaking his head as he gently

tonight?”

“Not going back

paused, hand still

away.

you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened

his shoulder. “No room

the books on the coffee table. “What about

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped

and headed

tomorrow night,

bed and

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

to doing it under the watchful eyes

wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed. “I’m going

—

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

intending

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with

have two years before graduation.

he said.

“I think my major is totally

before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

caught the beginning of their

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

her for a moment.

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

temperature.”

pick up an orange peel

in the trash. She took a sip of

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

at home. She would cook a table

until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk,

a couple of trash bags

any better, I’d

finished the water and set the glass

thing you do know

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

She looked at Boyd with a

so be it. What’s there

her back on the bed in the

for a maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment.

difference? Then why

out the difference, if I

would probably be

definitely one I don’t

away and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

her for a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is this…

phone, looked up at him. “If

I go?” With that, she lifted

the blanket.

back down and covered

take a

diving back

—

found Yasmine already nestled

set aside, her back to

under the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed into her still-lucid

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still

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

letting him hold her as

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out

up, opened the closet, and

apartment, her clothes had pushed

pushed her clothes aside,

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