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,”

only

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile

comforting.

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

struck

held out her hand. Puzzled, he

faint disgust. “I wanted you

smells nice,” he

So you like

beside him, his

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did half

work.”

and reached into the drawer

squeezed a generous amount

began to massage

of flowers filled the air. Once her hands

Boyd kissed them

that

eyebrow, admiring her

so nicely, I won’t make it

he gently tugged at

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not

hand still

away.

about are off the

frown deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

the books on the

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

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

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

bed and leaned over

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand. “She’ll leave

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

to doing it under the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going

—

that Boyd wasn’t in the

stepped out, intending to

speaking with a detached tone

before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

anxious. “I think my major

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

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up

on her for a moment.

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

Serana pick up

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

way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

She would cook a

until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

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