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

didn’t reply, only

Serana’s smile was

comforting.

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

mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with

out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and

him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to

nice,”

just washed dishes. So you like the scent of

pulled her down beside him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did

work.”

chuckled and reached into the drawer

hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount

began to massage it

the air.

Boyd kissed

that

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine,

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back

hand still on

hand away.

thinking about are off the

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No

the books on the coffee table. “What about starting

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed for the

tomorrow night,

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

“Serana’s still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

“Then we’ll talk

to doing it under the watchful eyes of a

joking, Boyd sat

out of bed. “I’m going to

—

shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom.

and stepped out, intending to get a

speaking

graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my

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

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

moment. “I’ve got

handed Yasmine a glass

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

table and toss it in the trash.

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

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that her

son liked, tidy the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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