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

reply, only managing

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

was lounging on the sofa, perusing

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

he

faint disgust. “I wanted

smells nice,”

So you

beside him, his brow furrowing

Washing dishes?”

lips together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

the drawer

of hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount

to massage

faint scent of flowers filled the air. Once her

Boyd kissed them

that again,”

eyebrow, admiring her

nicely, I won’t make

shaking his head as he

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

paused, hand still on

his hand away. “Of

you’re thinking about are

deepened at her

shoulder.

at the books on the

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table,

and headed for the

night,

and leaned

still here.

hand. “She’ll leave

“Then

under the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

got out of bed. “I’m going

—

Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

stepped out, intending to get a

speaking with a detached tone on

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my

was silent for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood

for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

glass of

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an

and toss it in the trash. She took

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

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

son liked, tidy the house until it

she prepared the meal.

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