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

Boyd kissed them

do that again,”

eyebrow, admiring

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

he gently

tonight?”

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

hand still on her

and pushed his hand away.

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

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

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table,

headed for

night,

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

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk

the

she wasn’t joking,

got out of bed. “I’m going

—

Yasmine found that Boyd

out, intending

and Boyd was speaking with a detached

still have two years before graduation.

he said.

think

moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up

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

and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

in the trash. She took a sip of

way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part

wife at home. She would cook

until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed to

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out

I’d say Serana was the maid

he finished the water and

thing you do

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her

at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite

she’s not, so be it. What’s there to be glad

her up, placing her back on

after an afternoon’s hard

that amusing.”

was shallow, “So are you relieved

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is there

Then why did you feel

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

the consequences would probably

I don’t

him away and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

while, a small smile curling his lips.

her phone, looked up at

room, or shall I go?” With that,

the blanket.

back down and covered her

take a

didn’t reply, diving back

—

found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

back to him, still

slightly, slipped under the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

think you’d fall

deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

offered a faint smile, “So let’s start with that paper

arguments.”

choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled

the well-defined

hold her as she

the next morning, Boyd was gone.

opened the closet, and chose an

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had

pushed her clothes

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