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.

the meal,” she

reply, only

Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the stack of books

mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her.

out her hand. Puzzled, he

“I wanted you to

smells nice,” he

So you like

beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

the drawer under the

He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

to massage it

faint scent of flowers filled the air.

Boyd kissed

that again,”

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

so nicely, I won’t

head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand

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

about are off

frown deepened at

his shoulder.

at the books on the coffee

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for

tomorrow night,

on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put

still here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll

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

it under the

joking, Boyd

out of bed. “I’m

—

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

intending to get a

yet, and Boyd was speaking with

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

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from

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

and handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

pick up an orange peel from

in the trash.

her of the way Bryson’s wife,

wife at home. She would cook a table

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

she prepared the meal.

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