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

arched an eyebrow, admiring her

nicely, I won’t

head as he gently

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand still on her

hand away.

about are off the

deepened at her

patted his shoulder.

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

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table,

headed for

night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

it under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking, Boyd

got out of bed.

—

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

intending to get

was speaking with a detached tone

two years before graduation.

he said.

anxious. “I think

silent for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

sigh of relief.

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from

her for a moment.

Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up

in the trash. She took a

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

home. She would cook a table of dishes that

tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was

a couple of trash bags and stepped out the

know any better, I’d say Serana was the

twitched as he finished the water and set the glass

thing you do

at the doorway, her

with a half-smile that wasn’t

she’s not, so be it. What’s there

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

after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

“So are you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is there a

Then why did you feel

head, “Since you’ve pointed out the

the consequences would probably

don’t want to hear,” Yasmine

dived under the covers.

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling his lips.

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

or shall I

the blanket.

back down and covered her again,

take a

diving back into her mobile

—

Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the

set aside, her back to

slipped under the covers,

fragrant scent.

gazed into her still-lucid

her forehead, “I didn’t think you’d

deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start with that

arguments.”

compromise

well-defined muscles

letting him hold her as she drifted

next morning, Boyd

up, opened the closet, and chose

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

to see. She pushed her

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