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

that again,”

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

asked so nicely, I won’t make

shaking his head as he

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you finish

paused, hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of

thinking about are off

frown deepened

patted his shoulder.

the books on the coffee

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table,

and headed

night,

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

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

hand. “She’ll leave

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a third

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

of bed. “I’m going to

—

found that Boyd wasn’t in the

stepped out, intending

was speaking with

graduation.

he said.

“I think my major is

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

it’s up to you.”

sigh

of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana

her for a moment. “I’ve got

and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel

the trash. She

wife, Aliza, would play the part

wife at home. She would cook

tidy the house until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

a couple of trash bags and stepped

know any better, I’d say

the water and set the glass on

“Good thing you do

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly

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

so be it. What’s there to be

sighed and scooped her up, placing her back on the bed in

for a maid after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is there

why did you feel

pointed out the difference, if

the consequences would

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

and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

for a while, a small smile curling his lips.

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

I go?” With

the blanket.

back down and covered her again,

take

reply, diving back into her

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the

her back to

the covers, and was

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes

think you’d fall asleep

deepened, Yasmine dodged him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start

arguments.”

with no choice but to compromise

the well-defined

letting him hold her as she drifted

next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out of

the closet,

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

see. She pushed her

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