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

do that again,”

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine,

I won’t make it

his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

look. “Not going back

hand still on her

away. “Of course. But until it’s

you’re thinking about

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No

at the books on the coffee table. “What about

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

and headed for the

night, no

her down on the bed and leaned

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

her hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

it under the watchful eyes of a third

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m

—

shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

and stepped out, intending

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

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

silent for a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana

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

a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up

table and toss it in the trash. She took a sip

wife, Aliza, would play the part of

cook a table of dishes that her

tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was

trash bags and stepped out

any better, I’d say Serana

finished the water and set the glass on the

“Good thing you do know

her eyes at the doorway,

looked at Boyd with a half-smile that

not, so be it. What’s there

her back on

an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

smile was shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is there

difference? Then why did

pointed out the difference, if

consequences would probably

your answer is definitely one I don’t want to

him away and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

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

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

room, or shall I go?” With that, she lifted the edge

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his

take

reply, diving back into

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under

aside, her back to him, still as

slightly, slipped under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed

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

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

faint smile, “So

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her

stared at the well-defined muscles

him hold her as she

the next morning, Boyd

closet, and chose

her clothes had pushed

She pushed

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