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,”

didn’t reply, only managing

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

perusing the stack of books she’d

a mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with

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

“I wanted you to

nice,” he

dishes. So you like the scent of

him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

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

work.”

the drawer under the coffee table, pulling out

of hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

to massage it

flowers filled the

kissed

do that again,”

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

nicely, I won’t

his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

“Not going back

Boyd paused, hand still on her

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of

you’re thinking about

deepened at

his shoulder. “No

at the books on the coffee table.

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off

headed for the

tomorrow night,

laid her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine

“Serana’s still here. Have

hand. “She’ll

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

doing it under the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

got out of bed. “I’m

—

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

and stepped out, intending to get a

was speaking with

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think

before

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the

moment. “I’ve got

Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick

and toss it in the trash. She took a sip of

of the way Bryson’s wife,

home. She would cook a table of dishes that

house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

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