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

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

nicely, I won’t make it

laughed, shaking his head as he gently

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you

paused, hand still on her

pushed his hand away. “Of

about are off the

deepened at her

shoulder.

books on the coffee table. “What

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

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

still here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll

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

doing it under the watchful eyes

joking, Boyd

bed.

—

Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

intending to get

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

“I think my major

a moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

sigh of relief.

of their

about what it entailed.

Serana

for a moment. “I’ve

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

temperature.”

pick up

in the trash. She took a sip of

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the

capable wife at home. She would cook

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

half-drunk, was handed to

of trash bags and stepped

know any better, I’d

water and

thing you do

eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

Boyd with a

it. What’s

and scooped her up, placing her

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

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or that

didn’t make her upset?”

for a moment. “Is

difference? Then why

“Since you’ve pointed out

consequences would

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

pushed him away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

a small smile curling his lips. “Is

just scrolling on her phone, looked up

I go?” With

the blanket.

covered her again, his

“I’ll take a

back into her mobile

—

found Yasmine

her back to him, still

the covers, and was greeted

fragrant scent.

he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled

didn’t think

deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was joking

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So

arguments.”

with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly

the well-defined

letting him hold

Boyd was gone. She got

opened the closet, and chose

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes

to see. She pushed her clothes aside, making

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