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

that again,”

an eyebrow, admiring her

nicely, I won’t

shaking his head as he gently tugged

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you finish

paused, hand still on

his hand away. “Of course. But until

things you’re thinking about

deepened at her

shoulder.

at the books on the coffee table. “What about

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for

night, no

the bed and leaned over

“Serana’s still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll

“Then

doing it under the watchful eyes of a

joking,

of bed. “I’m

—

Boyd wasn’t

intending to

and Boyd was speaking with

graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana

a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should

Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up

table and toss it in the trash. She took a sip of

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the

capable wife at home. She would cook a

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

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk, was handed to

of trash bags and

any better, I’d

finished the water

you

the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before

away. She looked at Boyd with a half-smile

she’s not, so be it. What’s

up, placing her back on the bed in the

an afternoon’s hard work—I

that amusing.”

you relieved she wasn’t upset,

didn’t make her upset?”

a moment. “Is

Then why

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

would probably

don’t want to hear,” Yasmine

and dived under the covers. “As you

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is

phone,

in another room, or shall I go?” With that, she lifted the edge

the blanket.

pinned it back down and covered her again,

“I’ll take a

reply, diving back

—

shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets,

her back

under the covers, and

fragrant scent.

arms, he gazed

think you’d fall

Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

smile, “So let’s start with that

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled her

at the well-defined muscles

hold her as

Boyd was gone. She

opened the closet,

it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his to a

to see. She pushed her

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