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

reply, only managing a stiff

the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile

comforting.

on the sofa, perusing

struck a chord with

her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand

him with faint disgust. “I wanted

nice,”

washed dishes. So you like the

pulled her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

withdrawing her hand. “I did half

work.”

drawer under

hand cream. He squeezed a

began to massage it

the air. Once

kissed them

that

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

so nicely, I won’t

head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

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

hand still on her

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

thinking about are

frown deepened at her

shoulder. “No room

the coffee table.

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off

headed

night, no

her down on the bed and

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

“Then

it under the watchful eyes of a

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

out of bed.

that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She

intending to get a

and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone

two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is totally

moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up

her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

pick up an orange

the

Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

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

she prepared the meal.

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