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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.

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.”

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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. “Thank you for the meal,”

she said.

Serana didn’t reply, only managing a stiff smile.

Yasmine left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling than comforting.

Boyd was lounging on the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d brought over, exuding a mature,

reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She approached and held out her hand. Puzzled, he took

her hand and kissed it lightly.

Yasmine looked at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not kiss it.”

“It smells nice,” he said.

“I just washed dishes. So you like the scent of dish soap?”

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Boyd pulled her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion. “You? Washing dishes?”

Yasmine pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did half the work.”

Boyd chuckled and reached into the drawer under the coffee table, pulling out a tube of hand cream.

He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s hands and began to massage it in.

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The faint scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were soft and moisturized, Boyd kissed them

again, content.

“Don’t do that again,” he said.

Yasmine arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine, since you asked so nicely, I

won’t make it difficult for you.”

Boyd laughed, shaking his head as he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying over tonight?”

Yasmine gave him a languid look. “Not going back until you finish my paper.”

“Really?” Boyd paused, hand still on her ear.

Yasmine smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s done, all those things you’re

thinking about are off the table.”

Boyd’s frown deepened at her words.

Yasmine patted his shoulder. “No room for negotiation.”

Boyd glanced at the books on the coffee table. “What about starting next week.”

“No,” Yasmine cut him off lightly.

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“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

In frustration, Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into his arms, and headed for the

bedroom.

“Starting tomorrow night, no objections!”

As he laid her down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her hand over his mouth. “Serana’s

still here. Have you no shame?”

Boyd removed her hand. “She’ll leave soon.”

Yasmine squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m not used to doing it under

the watchful eyes of a third person.”

Sensing she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up reluctantly.

Yasmine got out of bed. “I’m going to shower.”

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After her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried her hair and stepped out,

intending to get a drink.

Serana hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on the sofa. “You still have two

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this too early,” he said.

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Serana sounded anxious. “I think my major is totally applicable.”

Boyd was silent for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really decided, then it’s up to you.”

Serana breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

Yasmine hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but she had a guess about what it entailed.

As Yasmine emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa, her eyes lingering on her for a

moment. “I’ve got homework. I should head back.”

Boyd stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at the perfect temperature.”

Yasmine accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from the coffee table and toss it

in the trash. She took a sip of water.

It reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part of the gentle and capable wife at

home. She would cook a table of dishes that her husband and son liked, tidy the house until it was

spotless, and always speak softly as she prepared the meal.

The water glass, half-drunk, was handed to Boyd.

Serana grabbed a couple of trash bags and stepped out the door.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Serana was the maid around here.”

Boyd’s brow twitched as he finished the water and set the glass on the coffee table. “Good thing you do

know she’s not.”

Yasmine narrowed her eyes at the doorway, her gaze briefly intense before it faded away. She looked

at Boyd with a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

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“If she’s not, so be it. What’s there to be glad about?”

Boyd sighed and scooped her up, placing her back on the bed in the bedroom. “Being mistaken for a

maid after an afternoon’s hard work—I doubt she’d find that amusing.”

Yasmine’s smile was shallow, “So are you relieved she wasn’t upset, or that I didn’t make her upset?”

Boyd pondered for a moment. “Is there a difference?”

“No difference? Then why did you feel relieved?”

Boyd shook his head, “Since you’ve pointed out the difference, if I were to speak now, the

consequences would probably be severe.”

“So your answer is definitely one I don’t want to hear,” Yasmine said with a smile, but pushed him away

and dived under the covers. “As you say, the consequences are indeed severe.”

Boyd watched her for a while, a small smile curling his lips. “Is this… jealousy?”

Yasmine, who was just scrolling on her phone, looked up at him. “If you don’t shower, go sleep in

another room, or shall I go?” With that, she lifted the edge of the blanket.

Boyd pinned it back down and covered her again, his tone tinged with resignation, “I’ll take a shower.”

Yasmine didn’t reply, diving back into her mobile game.

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After his shower, Boyd found Yasmine already nestled under the blankets, her phone set aside, her

back to him, still as stone.

He frowned slightly, slipped under the covers, and was greeted by her light, fragrant scent.

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Drawing her into his arms, he gazed into her still-lucid eyes and smiled lightly, kissing her forehead, “I

didn’t think you’d fall asleep so fast.”

As his kiss deepened, Yasmine dodged him. “Do you think I was joking about severe consequences?”

Boyd paused, “So…”

Yasmine offered a faint smile, “So let’s start with that paper tonight—no arguments.”

Boyd, left with no choice but to compromise with regret, still pulled her firmly into his embrace. Yasmine

stared at the well-defined muscles on his chest for a few seconds, motionless, letting him hold her as

she drifted off.

When Yasmine woke up the next morning, Boyd was gone. She got out of bed, washed up, opened the

closet, and chose an outfit.

Though it was Boyd’s apartment, her clothes had pushed his to a corner—a pitiful sight to see. She

pushed her clothes aside, making space.

Served him right, didn’t it? He was the one who insisted on having her there. The clothes were his own

stubborn arrangement. Hadn’t he brought all this on himself?

Shutting the closet, she tied her hair back and headed out, only to be greeted by a familiar, gentle

voice.

Serana greeted her cheerfully, “Morning, Yasmine. Come have breakfast.”

Yasmine approached the simple fare of milk and sandwiches. Truth to be told, Yasmine wasn’t adept at

even such basic meals.

Boyd, engrossed in his phone, looked up at her arrival, clearly waiting to have breakfast together.

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Yasmine took a sip of milk.

“I’ve arranged for the driver to take you to school after breakfast. I’ve got to head to the office today.”

Yasmine played with her glass, her cheek propped in her hand as she watched him neatly eat a

sandwich. “Could’ve told me sooner. Had I known you weren’t going to school today, I might not have

come over.”

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed, a sneer escaping her before she stood.

Serana looked on, confused.

Boyd reached out to her, “Where are you going?”

“To grab my phone. I want to check the news.”

With a natural demeanor, Boyd let her go.

Returning from the bedroom with her phone, Yasmine sat back down, sipping more milk but leaving the

sandwich untouched.

Boyd nudged the sandwich towards her, “Eat up.”

She glanced at it, still scrolling on her phone, “Not really feeling it.”

Boyd frowned.

Serana quickly set down her sandwich, saying, “Sorry, I didn’t think it through. What would you like,

Yasmine? How about I make you some eggs right now.”

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At that, Yasmine lifted her gaze from her phone to Serana. In that moment, Serana froze under

Yasmine’s light but piercing gaze, full of scrutiny and sarcasm, fearing the unknown potency of her next

words. Serana couldn’t fathom what was wrong but was inexplicably afraid.

After a pause, Yasmine’s lips curled into a smile, “My lack of appetite is my own issue. Why do you

apologize? No need to walk on eggshells, making me sound like I’m out to get you. It’s no trouble, but I

don’t want eggs either.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows slightly, “Then what would you like?”Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join

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Yasmine turned to him, her voice as calm as a breeze, “Can’t I just not want anything?”

Boyd nodded, “If you don’t want anything, then just have a little bit of everything.” His eyes glanced at

the sandwich, “You can leave what you don’t finish.”

Yasmine eyed the sandwich for a few seconds, “Pancakes, then, with a sunny-side-up egg.”

Serana hurriedly started, “I’ll just…”

“Yours tasted great last time,” Yasmine said, looking at Boyd.

Boyd finished his milk, placed the used napkin on the table, and stood up. “Wait here.”

Yasmine watched with a smile as he entered the kitchen.

Serana settled back into her chair, bewildered, “What’s going on with you two?”

“What’s up?” Yasmine eyed Boyd bustling around the kitchen. “What do you think is going on with us?”

Serana pursed her lips, silent for a moment. “Just feels like you two are off today.”

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Yasmine nodded. “Is it so strange that he’s making me breakfast?”

“You’re having a little tantrum with him.”

Yasmine chuckled. “You’re quite observant. You could tell I was miffed at him just because he’s

whipping up some food for me. So, what do you think…”

She paused, leaning in a bit closer with a playful smile. “What do you think Boyd and I got up to last

night?”

Serana’s face shifted uncomfortably. “It is your personal business.”

“Mhm,” Yasmine cut her off softly, “so me being upset and making him prepare breakfast is also our

personal business. You can be curious, but prying is a bit much, don’t you think? I believe you know

exactly why I’m saying this, otherwise, you wouldn’t be tiptoeing around me like this.”

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