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 hands.

asked so nicely, I won’t make it

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

Boyd paused, hand

pushed his hand away.

things you’re thinking about are

frown deepened at

his shoulder.

at the books on the coffee table. “What

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table,

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine

here. Have

removed her hand. “She’ll

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll

it under the watchful

joking,

of bed. “I’m going to

—

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

and stepped out, intending

Boyd was speaking with

graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

anxious. “I think my major

for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

caught the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up

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

and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

Serana pick up

in the trash.

Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

She would cook a table

house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

trash bags

know any better, I’d say Serana was the

brow twitched as he finished the water and

thing you do

at the doorway, her gaze briefly

She looked at Boyd with a

she’s not, so be it. What’s there

up, placing her back

an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t upset, or

didn’t make her upset?”

moment.

Then why did you feel

out the difference, if I were to

the consequences would probably

answer is definitely one I don’t want to

away and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small

who was just scrolling on her phone, looked

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

the blanket.

down and covered her

take

didn’t reply, diving back into

—

Yasmine

back to him,

slipped under the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

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

forehead, “I didn’t think

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled

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

letting him hold her as she drifted

next morning, Boyd was gone. She got

closet, and

her clothes had pushed his to a

sight to see. She pushed her clothes

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