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,”

admiring her well-cared-for

asked so nicely, I won’t make it

shaking his head as he

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish my

paused, hand still

away. “Of course. But

you’re thinking about are off the

deepened at

his shoulder.

at the books on the coffee table. “What about starting next

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

bed and

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

her hand.

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

doing it under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking, Boyd

out of bed.

—

that Boyd wasn’t in

out, intending

and Boyd was speaking

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

he said.

“I think my major is totally

a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

the beginning of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

a moment. “I’ve

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

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up

table and toss it in the trash.

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the

home. She would cook a table

until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

trash bags and stepped out

any better, I’d

water and set the

you do know she’s

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly

with a half-smile that wasn’t quite a

so be it. What’s

up, placing her back on the bed in

a maid after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

why did you feel

head, “Since you’ve pointed out the difference, if I were

the consequences would

I don’t want to hear,”

pushed him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling his lips.

her phone, looked up at him. “If you

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

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

take

diving back into her mobile

—

found Yasmine already

back to him, still as

slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

think you’d

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret, still

well-defined muscles on his chest for a

hold her as

next morning, Boyd was gone.

opened the closet,

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

see. She pushed her clothes aside, making

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