The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 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.

for the meal,”

reply, only managing a stiff

the kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d brought

struck a chord with

her hand. Puzzled, he took

him with faint disgust. “I

nice,”

dishes. So you like the

her down beside him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

her lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

chuckled and reached into the drawer

hand cream. He squeezed a generous

began to

scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were soft

Boyd kissed them again,

that

eyebrow, admiring her

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

he gently tugged

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going

Boyd paused, hand still on

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

you’re thinking about

frown deepened at

shoulder.

the books on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table,

headed for

tomorrow night,

he laid her down on the bed and leaned over her,

“Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll

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

to doing it under the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

out of bed. “I’m going

—

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

out, intending

left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my

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

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

their

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

moment. “I’ve

stood and handed Yasmine a glass

temperature.”

pick up an orange peel from

and toss it in the trash.

way Bryson’s wife,

home. She would cook a

until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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