The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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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 again,

that

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

so nicely, I won’t

he gently tugged

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand still on

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

about are off

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No room

on the coffee table. “What

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

her hand.

out of his embrace. “Then

the

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

bed. “I’m going

—

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

intending to get a

Boyd was speaking with

still have two years before graduation. You’re

he said.

think my major

before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana

for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick

the trash. She took a sip of

of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

it

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

a couple of trash bags and

better, I’d say Serana was the maid around

finished the water and set the

thing you do know

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze

with a half-smile that wasn’t

she’s not, so be it. What’s

up, placing her back on the

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

that amusing.”

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

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is

Then why did you feel

you’ve pointed out the

would probably be

don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said with

away and dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling his lips. “Is

just scrolling on her phone, looked up at him. “If

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

the blanket.

covered her again, his tone

“I’ll take a

back into her mobile

—

Yasmine already nestled under

her back

slightly, slipped under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes

think

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So let’s

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret,

embrace. Yasmine stared at the well-defined

him hold her as she

Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone.

up, opened the closet,

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his to

see. She pushed

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