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.

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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 a stiff

kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile

comforting.

sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d

struck a chord with

hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed

disgust. “I wanted you

nice,” he

washed dishes. So you like

her down beside him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

withdrawing

work.”

chuckled and reached into the drawer under the coffee table, pulling

squeezed a

began to

of flowers filled the air. Once her

kissed them

that

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

“Not going back until you finish

Boyd paused, hand

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened

patted his shoulder. “No room for

the coffee table. “What about starting

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off

headed for the

night, no

and leaned over her, Yasmine

mouth. “Serana’s still here.

her hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll

the watchful eyes

joking, Boyd

out of bed.

—

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

stepped out, intending to get

Boyd was speaking

graduation. You’re

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

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

a glass

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

the trash. She took a

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

cook a table

the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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