Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jeremiah leaned forward, and his gaze locked onto her eyes, looking into her clear depths.

His body stiffened slightly. His eyebrows drew together softly.

His fingers rested on the back of her hand, with his pads gently ribbing her palm.

His eyes were blue and deep, his jaw clenched tightly, and his throat moved without him realizing

Suddenly, he felt a bit parched.

His voice was warm. “Want a bite?”

Yvette paused her hand, looked at his earnest face, and pinched his chin.

Her delicate collarbone was a cool, pale shade, luminous, with an irresistible charm, full of audacity.

“Want me to take a bite?” she asked.

Jeremiah’s Hips curled into a smile, his blue eyes shining with mischief. The girl always had a knack for surprising him.

In the next moment, before Yvette could react, Jeremiah stepped forward again, suddenly cupping the back of her head and kissing her, gently biting her lower lip

Yvette narrowed her eyes a bit, and her brows dropped as she licked her lips, a move that drove Jeremiah crazy.

Yvette was speechless.

After a moment, Jeremiah lowered his voice, gently squeezing her waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Jeremiah lowered his voice, gently squeezing her waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Their breaths mingled. “Pretty sweet,” she said.

Yvette lifted her eyes and brushed her lips, her eyelashes trembling softly. “Mint-flavored,” she added.

Jeremiah let out a chuckle, drawing out his words and nodding slowly as if fully embracing shamelessness.

“How’s the technique?” he asked.

Yvette pulled her band out of Jeremiah’s grip and tugged him forward as he was about to sit back down.

She cupped his chin, her palm resting against his chest, and leaned in to kiss him.

Jeremiah froze completely, unable to stay calm anymore. He thought, ‘Is it okay for her to sit there?

He was speechless.

A few minutes later, Yvette stood up with a blank expression, leaned toward Jeremiah’s car, and spoke in a low voice.

Her breath gave him a tingling feeling.

She said, “Jeremiah, don’t act so bold. Your skills aren’t great. You should practice more.”

Jeremiah asked, “Not great?”

Yvette raised an eyebrow, looking both alluring and mischievous and let out a soft hum without speaking

Jeremiah pointed to a spot slight, clusive smile appearing on his lips, Yvette’s gaze imoved down, her expression momentarily uneasy, and there was a deep look in her eyes as she licked the corner of her lips.

“What’s that got to do with me?” she said casually.

Jeremiah wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace and resting his chin on her head.

His fingers played with her hair, gently twirling it.

“Do you like boys or girls?” he asked.

Yvette was silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at Jeremiah, her fair arm resting on his leg. She answered, “Don’t like either.”

Jeremiah’s fingers paused momentarily. He looked down, and after holding her gaze for a few seconds, he spoke softly, “If you don’t like it, we don’t have to have any.”

Yvette’s heart fluttered a bit. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly and, fixing her gaze on Jeremiah, she said, “No regrets?” Jeremiah gently ruffled her hair, and said, “No regrets at all. Whatever you say, we’ll do as you decide.

Yvette shifted slightly, and her carefree expression disappeared as she spoke lightly and slowly. “Are you going down?

Jeremiah was speechless.

The next morning, as usual, Jeremiah prepared breakfast – quiche, orange juice, and bread.

Every day, he would spoil her with different treats.

But Jeremiah noticed that no matter how much Yvette ate, she never gained weight, and her waist stayed slim without an ounce of extra flesh. It was quite worrisome.

In the car, Jeremiah was driving. Yvette was lounging lazily in the passenger seat, eyes downcast, fiddling with her phone. She yawned, looking a bit listless, and her indifferent profile showed a hint of casual nonchalance.

Jeremiah glanced sideways and asked in a deep voice. “What’s wrong? Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Yvette lifted her gaze, letting it fall on him, and her blue eyes grew deeper.

“Aren’t you just asking knowingly?” she said.

Jeremiah coughed awkwardly and asked, “How about some steak

Yvette clicked her tongue, slowly put away her phone, and smiled.

She said, “You switch topics pretty fast

Jeremiah insisted that driving required intense focus, saying, “I didn’t hear anything.”

11:00 AM on Wednesday. Jeremiah and Yvette’s flight landed in Betrico on time.

As soon: him.

they left the airport, they saw Emmett standing at the entrance with a black, understated business car behind

Luxury cars were common in Betrico.

Most people weren’t surprised, but Emmett’s presence made passersby turn their heads. They paused and watched,

Because this ordinary-looking black business car carried a license plate recognized by everyone in Betrico.

The plate began with ‘Betrico’ and had five zeros. It was invaluable.

It was a definite symbol of prestige and status.

Emmett stood there, expressionless and upright.

He stared straight ahead. His expression only changed slightly when he saw two familiar figures.

He stepped up to meet them, slightly howing, and said, “Mr. Chavez, and Yvette.”

Jeremiah was wearing a black casual outfit, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his shirt from top to bottom.

He gave off an aura that said “stay away, and yet there was something intriguingly restrained about him.

Yvette dressed in a relaxed manner.

She wore a simple white T-shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap on her head, revealing only half of her face.

Her long, straight legs were strikingly sun-kissed

Standing together, they had a combined presence like a seven-foot aura. Even with only half her face visible, Yvette’s aura stood out distinctly.

Yvette nodded too. Jeremiah said, “Let’s head back to Skyland first.”

Skyland was a villa Jeremiah purchased when he was eighteen, right in the center of the city, where every inch of land was invaluable.

Since Jeremiah acquired the villa, its value had multiplied beyond measure, and now its worth couldn’t be quantified by money.

After Jeremiah and Yvette got into the car, Emmett sat in the driver’s seat.

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From the inside, you could see outside, but those outside had no idea about what was happening inside, not even a shadow.

Emmen glanced at the two people in the backseat and found Yvette a bit strange.

He thought, ‘Is her lips swollen? They are so red. Does a mosquito bite her?”

Emmett withdrew his gaze and said, “Mr. Chavez, the deputy commander at the base mentioned there was an urgent matter that you needed to take care of personally. Should I drop Yvette at Skyland if you handle the military affairs first?”

Jeremiah wrapped Yvette, who was on her phone, in his arms, his blue eyes lifting slightly

‘No need, let’s head to Skyland first.”

Emmett’s cheek twitched as he looked at their posture and sighed.

He finally understood what people meant by the power of love.

Mr. Chavez, who had been a workaholic for ten years without a single day off, took a month’s leave just to accompany Yvette in Seacrity.

No single person dying in the dating world was without couples being partly to blame. If he ever died of jealousy, there was no escaping Mr. Chavez and Yve’s role in it.

Yvette stood at the entrance of Skyland.

With slightly closed eyes and a bland expression, she lifted her eyelids, her her gaze calm.

She glanced at the man beside her.

Quite the brag, huh? It was supposed to be a regular place for us to stay.

But this “tiny” villa in front of her was anything but small.

Jeremiah lowered his voice. “Let’s go, we’ll be staying here for the next few days.”

Yvette nodded, tilting her head slightly as she slowly spoke. “Mm-hmm.”

Emmett walked silently behind them. Little did she know, Mr. Chavez had already transferred the ownership of this villa to her name.

Now she was the true owner of this place!