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,”

reply, only managing

Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

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

charm that struck a chord with her.

Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed it

him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it,

nice,”

just washed dishes. So you like the scent of dish

beside him, his

Washing dishes?”

lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

drawer under the coffee table, pulling out

hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount

began to massage it

faint scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands

kissed

that again,” he

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make it

head as he gently tugged

tonight?”

“Not going

hand still

hand away. “Of course. But until it’s done,

thinking about are

deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room

on the

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table,

and headed for

night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

still here. Have

removed her hand. “She’ll

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll

under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

got out of bed. “I’m going to

—

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

intending to

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached

have two years before graduation.

he said.

think my

before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

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

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

for a moment. “I’ve

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel

table and toss it in the trash. She

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

at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

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