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.

the meal,” she

didn’t reply, only managing

kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

lounging on the sofa, perusing the stack of

a mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed

with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it,

smells nice,”

washed dishes. So you like the scent

her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

reached into the drawer under the

He squeezed

to massage

flowers filled the air.

kissed them again,

that

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

won’t make it

head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand still on her

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

you’re thinking about are

deepened at her

shoulder.

books on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table,

and headed

night, no

laid her down on the bed and leaned over

“Serana’s still here.

removed her hand.

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

doing it under the

she wasn’t joking,

bed. “I’m going

—

Boyd

out, intending

was speaking with a detached tone

still have two years before graduation. You’re

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think

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

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of relief.

the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up

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

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

Serana pick up

and toss it in the trash. She

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

at home. She would cook a table

it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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