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

Boyd kissed them

do that

admiring her well-cared-for

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

he gently tugged

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish my

Boyd paused, hand still

hand away. “Of course. But until it’s done,

things you’re thinking about are off

deepened

shoulder. “No room for

on the coffee table. “What

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped

headed

night,

on the bed and leaned over

still here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll leave

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll

under the

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

bed. “I’m going

—

found that Boyd wasn’t in the

out, intending to get a

speaking

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

“I think my major is

moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

on her for a moment.

glass of

temperature.”

Serana pick up

table and toss it in the

wife, Aliza,

home. She would cook

tidy the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was

trash bags and stepped out

better, I’d say Serana was the

twitched as he finished the water and set the glass on

“Good thing you do know

the doorway, her gaze

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

be it. What’s there to be glad

sighed and scooped her up, placing her back on

maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

why did you feel

pointed out the difference, if I were to

would probably

one I don’t want

pushed him away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling

her phone, looked up at him. “If

sleep in another room, or shall I go?” With that, she lifted the

the blanket.

it back down and covered her

“I’ll take a

diving back into her mobile

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under

aside, her back to him, still

frowned slightly, slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

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

dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with regret, still

Yasmine stared at the well-defined muscles on

letting him hold her as she

next morning, Boyd was gone.

up, opened the closet, and

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his to

She pushed her clothes aside, making

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