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

eyebrow, admiring her

won’t make it difficult

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

Boyd paused, hand still on her

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

about are

deepened at

shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the coffee table. “What about

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped

headed for

night,

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

here. Have

hand.

“Then we’ll talk after

it under the watchful eyes

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

that Boyd wasn’t

out, intending to

speaking with a

graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

think my

before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

sigh of relief.

caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the

a moment. “I’ve got homework. I

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an

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

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

She would cook a table of dishes that her

the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

glass, half-drunk,

of trash bags and stepped

I’d

brow twitched as he finished the water and set the

you do know she’s

her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly

She looked at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t

so be it. What’s there to be glad

her up, placing her

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

that amusing.”

are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or

didn’t make her upset?”

pondered for a moment.

why did

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

would probably

your answer is definitely one I don’t

away and dived under the

consequences are indeed severe.”

a while, a small smile curling

who was just scrolling on her phone, looked up at him. “If you

go sleep in another room, or shall I

the blanket.

covered her again, his tone

take a

didn’t reply, diving back

—

Yasmine already

back

under the covers, and was greeted by

fragrant scent.

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

forehead, “I didn’t think you’d fall asleep so

him.

severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

offered a faint smile, “So

arguments.”

compromise with regret, still pulled

the well-defined muscles on his chest

him hold her as she

the next morning, Boyd was

the closet, and chose an

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

sight to see. She pushed her clothes

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