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.

you for the

didn’t reply, only managing a

Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

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

reserved charm that struck

her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and

faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not kiss

smells nice,” he

just washed dishes. So you like the scent

down beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I

work.”

reached into the drawer under the coffee

cream. He squeezed a generous

began to massage it

filled the air. Once

kissed them again,

do that

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

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

hand still on her

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

about are off

frown deepened

shoulder. “No room for

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

night,

laid her down on the bed and leaned over

here. Have you

hand. “She’ll

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

doing it under the watchful eyes of

joking, Boyd sat

bed.

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t

and stepped out, intending to get a

speaking with

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

anxious. “I think my major

a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

sigh

of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

her for a moment. “I’ve

Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick

table and toss it in the trash.

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

at home. She would cook

son liked, tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

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