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.

the meal,”

didn’t reply, only

thinking Serana’s smile

comforting.

sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d

struck a chord with

he took her hand and

him with faint disgust. “I wanted

smells nice,” he

washed dishes. So you like the scent

her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

chuckled and reached into the drawer

of hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto

began to massage

flowers filled the air. Once her hands were

Boyd kissed them again,

that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

I won’t make

as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

hand

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

thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

shoulder. “No

on the coffee table. “What about starting next

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed for the

tomorrow night, no

the bed and leaned over her,

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll leave

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

doing it under the watchful

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

out of bed. “I’m going to

—

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

out, intending

left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached

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

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

was silent for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

it in the trash.

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

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of

the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

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