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,” she

reply, only managing

thinking Serana’s smile

comforting.

sofa, perusing the

a mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her.

Puzzled, he took her hand and

him with faint disgust. “I wanted you

smells nice,” he

washed dishes. So you like the scent of

pulled her down beside him, his

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did

work.”

and reached into the drawer under the coffee table,

cream. He squeezed

to massage it

scent of flowers filled the air. Once

kissed them again,

do that again,” he

admiring her

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

his head as he

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand still on

and pushed his hand away.

you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened

patted his shoulder.

on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine into

and headed

night,

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

“Serana’s still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after

the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

bed. “I’m going to

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

and stepped out, intending to get a

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

for a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the

a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

Serana pick up an orange

it in the

of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

would cook a table

until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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