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 again,”

admiring her well-cared-for hands.

nicely, I won’t make

he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until

hand still on

away. “Of course. But until it’s

things you’re thinking about

deepened

shoulder. “No room

the

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table, scooped

and headed for

tomorrow night,

bed and

here. Have you

hand.

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

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a third

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

of bed.

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

out, intending to

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

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

“I think my major is totally

before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

caught the beginning of their

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from

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

glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

in the

wife, Aliza, would play

capable wife at home. She would cook a table

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

trash bags and

didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana was the

finished the water and set the glass on

thing you do know she’s

at the doorway,

Boyd with a half-smile that

it. What’s

placing her back on

an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt she’d

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there a

difference? Then why did

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

the consequences would probably be

your answer is definitely one I don’t want to hear,”

away and dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is

on her phone,

room, or shall I go?” With

the blanket.

covered

“I’ll take

back into her mobile

—

Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back to

covers,

fragrant scent.

he gazed into

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret,

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

him hold her

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got

up, opened the closet, and chose

her clothes had pushed

She pushed her clothes

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