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

Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

on the sofa, perusing

a mature, reserved charm that struck

he took her hand

with faint disgust. “I wanted

smells nice,” he

washed dishes. So you like

beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

reached into the drawer under

cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

to

scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were soft

kissed them

do that again,”

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

asked so nicely, I won’t make it

shaking his head as he

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back

Boyd paused, hand still on

away. “Of course.

about are

deepened

shoulder. “No room

the books on the

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the

headed for

tomorrow night, no

on the bed and

here. Have you no

removed her hand.

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

it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

got out of bed. “I’m going to

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

out, intending

was speaking with a detached tone

two years before graduation.

he said.

think my major

before

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

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

on her for a moment. “I’ve

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange peel

it in the trash. She took a sip

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

She would cook a table of

liked, tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

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