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,”

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

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

struck a chord with her. She

her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and

at him with faint disgust. “I wanted

nice,”

So you like

pulled her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

the drawer under the coffee table, pulling

cream. He squeezed

began to massage it

the air. Once her hands were

kissed

do that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make it

head as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

you’re thinking about are off the

deepened

patted his shoulder. “No

the coffee table. “What about starting next

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for

tomorrow night,

the bed and leaned

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

her hand. “She’ll leave

out of his embrace. “Then

the watchful eyes of a

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

out of bed. “I’m going to

—

that Boyd wasn’t in

stepped out, intending

was speaking

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

think my major is totally

a moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

sigh

the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from

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

a glass of

temperature.”

pick up an orange peel

toss it in the trash. She took a sip of

wife, Aliza, would play the

at home. She would cook a table

the house until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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