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 meal,” she

reply, only

thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

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

reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She

Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed

with faint disgust. “I wanted you

nice,” he

dishes. So you

down beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

her lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

into the drawer under

hand cream. He squeezed

began to massage

filled the air. Once her hands were soft

Boyd kissed

do that again,”

eyebrow, admiring her

nicely, I won’t

laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going

paused, hand still on

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

things you’re thinking about

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No room

glanced at the books on the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table,

headed

tomorrow night,

he laid her down on the bed and leaned

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand.

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

to doing it under the watchful eyes of

wasn’t joking, Boyd

got out of bed.

—

that Boyd wasn’t in

and stepped out, intending to get

and Boyd was speaking with a

before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

anxious. “I think

was silent for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the

her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick

it in the trash. She took a sip of

Bryson’s wife,

at home. She would cook a table of

it

she prepared the meal.

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