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

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

thinking Serana’s smile was

comforting.

on the sofa, perusing the stack of

struck a chord

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed it

him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it,

smells nice,”

you like

her down beside him, his

Washing dishes?”

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

work.”

reached into the drawer

hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto

began to massage

the air.

Boyd kissed them

do that again,”

admiring her well-cared-for hands.

so nicely, I won’t

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not

hand

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

about are

deepened at

his shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the coffee table. “What about

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for the

tomorrow night,

her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand

here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll

the watchful

she wasn’t joking,

got out of bed. “I’m going

—

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

out, intending to get

and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

have two years before graduation.

he said.

think my major

before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

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

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

a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

in the trash. She took a

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

cook a table of dishes that

it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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