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

reply, only managing a stiff

kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

lounging on the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d

mature, reserved charm that struck a

hand. Puzzled, he took her hand

disgust. “I wanted

nice,”

just washed dishes. So you

down beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

her lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

drawer under

of hand cream. He squeezed

began to massage

filled the air. Once her hands

Boyd kissed them again,

do that

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

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not

Boyd paused, hand still on her

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

you’re thinking about are off the

deepened

shoulder. “No room

at the books on the coffee table.

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed for

tomorrow night, no

her down on the bed and

“Serana’s still here. Have

removed her hand.

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk

under the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed.

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

stepped out, intending

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with

still have two years before graduation. You’re

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

was silent for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

the beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the sofa,

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

pick up an orange

the trash. She took a sip

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

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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