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

do that again,”

an eyebrow, admiring her

won’t make it difficult

as he gently

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish

paused, hand

and pushed his hand away. “Of course.

you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

shoulder.

glanced at the books on the coffee table.

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for the

tomorrow night,

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

still here.

her hand.

of his embrace. “Then we’ll

to doing it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed. “I’m going

—

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

out, intending to

left yet, and Boyd was speaking

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

“I think my major is

for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana

moment. “I’ve

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

Serana pick

table and toss it in the trash. She took a sip

wife, Aliza, would play the

home. She would cook a table

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out the

know any better, I’d

finished the water and set

you

eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly

with a half-smile that wasn’t quite

be it.

and scooped her up, placing her back

after an afternoon’s

that amusing.”

you relieved she

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment. “Is there

Then why did you feel

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

the consequences would probably

definitely one I don’t want to

and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

small smile curling his lips.

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

I

the blanket.

it back down and covered her again, his tone

take

back into

—

found Yasmine already nestled under

aside, her back to him, still

the covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid eyes

“I didn’t think you’d

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

a faint smile, “So

arguments.”

but to compromise with regret,

well-defined muscles

motionless, letting him hold her as

up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got

the closet,

Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

sight to see. She pushed her clothes

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