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

kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was

comforting.

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

reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She

out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and

disgust. “I wanted you to smell

nice,”

washed dishes. So you like

him,

Washing dishes?”

lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did half

work.”

chuckled and reached into the drawer under the coffee

squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

began to massage

the

kissed them again,

do that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring

nicely, I won’t make

shaking his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not going back until you

Boyd paused, hand still on

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

about are off

frown deepened

his shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the coffee table.

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the

and headed

night, no

and leaned over her, Yasmine

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m

to doing it under the

she wasn’t joking,

got out of bed. “I’m

—

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

stepped out, intending

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on the

graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

anxious. “I think my major

a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

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

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should head

Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up

toss it in the

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

wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes

the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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