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.

you for the meal,”

reply, only managing

kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

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

a mature, reserved charm that struck

out her hand. Puzzled, he took her

him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not

smells nice,” he

dishes. So you like the scent

him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

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

work.”

into the drawer under the

cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

to massage

the air. Once her hands were soft

kissed them

that again,” he

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

won’t make

head as he

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until

paused, hand

away. “Of course. But

about are off the

deepened at her

shoulder.

glanced at the books on the

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then

doing it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking,

got out of bed.

—

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

intending to get

and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

think my major is totally

for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood

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

and handed Yasmine a glass

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up

and toss it in the trash.

her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

cook a table of dishes that her

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

she prepared the meal.

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