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,”

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

won’t make it difficult

he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going

Boyd paused, hand still

and pushed his hand away.

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No

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

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

and headed for

tomorrow night,

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

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

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

it under the watchful

wasn’t joking, Boyd

got out of bed. “I’m

—

Boyd wasn’t in the

and stepped out, intending to get

left yet, and Boyd was speaking

two years before graduation. You’re

he said.

think my major

for a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

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

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick

it in the trash. She took a sip

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part of

home. She would cook a

house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed to

couple of trash bags

better, I’d

finished the water and set the glass on the

you do know

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze

at Boyd with a half-smile

she’s not, so be it.

her back on the bed in

after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

moment.

difference? Then why did you

head, “Since you’ve pointed out the difference,

the consequences would

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

dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile curling his lips.

phone, looked up at him. “If you

shall I go?” With that, she lifted the

the blanket.

it back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

take a

back

—

Boyd found Yasmine

aside, her back to

slightly, slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So

arguments.”

left with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled

well-defined muscles on his chest

hold her as she drifted

Boyd was

closet, and

clothes had

pushed her clothes aside, making

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