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 again,

do that

eyebrow, admiring

won’t make

head as he

tonight?”

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

hand still

away. “Of

thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

shoulder. “No

at the books on the coffee table.

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed

tomorrow night,

down on the bed and leaned over her,

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

removed her hand.

his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

to doing it under the watchful

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

got out of bed. “I’m

—

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

intending to get a

speaking with

graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

“I think my major is

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

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

lingering on her for a moment.

and handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up

toss it in the trash. She took a sip of

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

cook a table of dishes that her

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

better, I’d

as he finished the water and set the

“Good thing you

narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze

Boyd with a

it. What’s there to be glad

and scooped her up, placing her back on

after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or

didn’t make her upset?”

moment.

why did

you’ve pointed out the difference, if I

consequences would probably

definitely one I don’t

pushed him away and dived

consequences are indeed severe.”

a small smile curling his lips.

just scrolling on her phone, looked

or shall I go?” With that, she

the blanket.

back down and covered her again, his tone tinged

“I’ll take

back into

—

his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled

aside, her back to him,

covers, and was greeted by her

fragrant scent.

his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and

think you’d

kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

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

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled her

the well-defined

him hold her as she

woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out of

up, opened the closet, and chose an

was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed

to see. She pushed her clothes

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