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

only

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the

struck a chord with her. She

Puzzled, he took

at him with faint disgust. “I

nice,” he

dishes. So you like the

down beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

the drawer

cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto

to massage it

filled the air.

Boyd kissed

that again,”

admiring her

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

he

tonight?”

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

Boyd paused, hand still on

his hand away.

things you’re thinking about

frown deepened

his shoulder.

at the books on the

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed for

tomorrow night,

the bed and

“Serana’s still here. Have

hand. “She’ll

embrace. “Then

under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking,

out of bed.

—

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

intending to get

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with

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

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

sigh

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana

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

Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick

it in the trash. She took a

wife, Aliza,

cook

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

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