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,”

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

perusing the stack

reserved charm that struck a chord

he took her hand and

at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you

nice,”

you like the

pulled her down beside him,

Washing dishes?”

lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

reached into the drawer under the coffee table, pulling out

squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

began to massage

flowers filled the air. Once her hands were

Boyd kissed them

do that again,” he

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

nicely, I won’t make

his head as he

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until

paused, hand still

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

about

deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

and headed for

night,

on the bed and leaned over her,

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll

his embrace. “Then

to doing it under the watchful eyes

joking, Boyd sat up

out of bed. “I’m

—

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

stepped out, intending to get

Boyd was speaking with a

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

think

for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh

their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

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

and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

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

wife, Aliza, would play

at home. She would cook a table of dishes that her

house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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