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

that again,”

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

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

look. “Not going back

Boyd paused, hand still on

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

you’re thinking about are

frown deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No room

on the coffee

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off

headed

night,

down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

still here. Have

her hand. “She’ll

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

to doing it under the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

bed. “I’m

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

intending to get a

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on the

before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

anxious. “I think

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

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

caught the beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up

a moment. “I’ve got homework. I

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

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

the trash. She took

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

cook a

tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was

grabbed a couple of trash bags and

I’d say Serana was the

the water and set the glass on

“Good thing you

at the doorway, her gaze

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

not, so be it. What’s

her up, placing her back

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

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is there a

difference? Then why

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

the consequences would

don’t want to hear,”

pushed him away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

her for a while, a small smile curling his

on her phone, looked up at him.

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

the blanket.

covered her

“I’ll take a

back into

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

aside, her back to

slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

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

didn’t think

dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret, still

the well-defined muscles

him hold her as

next morning, Boyd was gone.

up, opened the closet, and

her clothes

She pushed

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