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,” he

admiring her

I won’t make

head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not going back until

Boyd paused, hand still on her

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

things you’re thinking about are off the

deepened

his shoulder.

at the books on the

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed for the

night, no

the bed and leaned over her,

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

removed her hand. “She’ll

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m

it under the watchful eyes of a third

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

stepped out, intending

speaking with

before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is totally

for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

sigh

of their

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the

her for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should head

Yasmine a glass

temperature.”

pick

and toss it in the trash. She took a

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

cook a table of dishes that

the house until it

she prepared the meal.

water glass, half-drunk, was handed to

grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out

I didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana was

water and

“Good thing you do

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her

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

so be it. What’s there to

placing her back on the bed in the

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

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t

didn’t make her upset?”

moment. “Is there a

difference? Then why did

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

the consequences would

one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said with

him away and dived under

consequences are indeed severe.”

watched her for a while, a small smile

scrolling on her phone, looked up at him.

in another room, or shall I

the blanket.

down and covered her

“I’ll take a

back into

—

Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

set aside, her back to

slightly, slipped under the covers, and was greeted

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed

think

dodged him. “Do you think I

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

“So let’s start with that

arguments.”

no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled

the well-defined muscles on

motionless, letting him hold her as she

woke up the next morning, Boyd was

up, opened the closet,

clothes had pushed his

see. She pushed her clothes

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