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,”

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

Serana’s smile

comforting.

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

that struck a chord

her hand. Puzzled, he took her

at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you

nice,” he

washed dishes. So you

pulled her down beside him,

Washing dishes?”

lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

and reached into the drawer

hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount

to

of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were soft

kissed them

do that

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

shaking his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not

paused, hand still on

hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

you’re thinking about

deepened

his shoulder. “No room

the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

her down on the bed and leaned

mouth. “Serana’s still here.

her hand. “She’ll

“Then

under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

bed.

—

found that Boyd wasn’t

out, intending to

was speaking

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

think my major is

before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana

moment.

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick

it in the trash. She took a sip

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part

would cook

house until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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