Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

When Aurora was a child, she wasn’t very healthy. So her family made a pilgrimage to the temple, praying for her at every step. Once she started wearing it, her health gradually improved and she hasn’t taken it off for years.

And now she offered it to Yvette. It made both Jeremiah and Clifford touched inside. They knew that Aurora must really like Yvette.

Yvette looked down at the red string on her wrist. It was quite old. She knew it was worn by someone who cherished it, keeping it in great condition. She dropped her casual and laid–back demeanor. She looked up at Aurora, her eyes beautifully cool, and her voice calm. “I can’t accept this.”

Aurora didn’t get upset at those words. She put away her smile and looked intently at Yvette. “Yvette, my daughter–in–law, this charm is hidden in the bracelet. I’ve worn it since I was little. When I was pregnant, I thought if I had a daughter, I’d pass it to her so she could be protected. But I ended up having a son, Jeremiah, that rascal, so I kept it. Later, I decided that when I have a daughter–in–law, I’d give it to her personally. You wouldn’t refuse me, right?”

Jeremiah now seriously doubted if he was really Aurora’s biological child.

Afraid Yvette might not accept it, Aurora pleaded pitifully with Yvette, “Do you think it’s worthless and that’s why you don’t want it?”

Everyone knew Aurora was just trying to persuade Yvette to take the bracelet.

Yvette glanced at Jeremiah. She paused. Then she turned back to look at Aurora. This time she didn’t refuse. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll treasure your charm. From now on, I’ll protect you.”

These words brought a slight tear to Aurora’s eye. She was quite pleased with having Yvette as her daughter–in–law, leaving Jeremiah out of her mind. “Alright, Yvette, with you protecting me, even the King of Hell can’t take me.”

Aurora just jokingly remarked, who would dare to take someone from the King of Hell’s hands?

Yet Yvette replied to her quite seriously, “Yes, with me here, the King of Hell can’t take you away.”

Aurora was momentarily taken aback, then smiled, not minding it at all.

Seeing the two of them so heartwarming made Clifford very happy too. He thought, ‘Why did we end up with Jeremiah, that mischievous boy? If we had a little girl, she’d definitely be as sweet and considerate as Yvette.‘

Later, Clifford found out that calling Yvette ‘sweet‘ was a huge mistake.

Aurora wrapped her arm around Yvette’s shoulders. Both were the same height, resembling a pair of close pals. Quicker than a magician changing masks, she had already switched moods.

Both Jeremiah and Clifford were accustomed to her antics by now. Yet they found the hand draped over the shoulder looked a bit awkward.

So the two exchanged a knowing glance. With a rare tacit understanding between them, they stepped forward and pulled their wives back to their sides.

Aurora wanted to protest, but Clifford gave her a look. Seeing the look, she quieted down.

Jeremiah glanced at his watch. Unknowingly, it was already five in the afternoon. He said in a deep voice, “Let’s go. It’s perfect timing to head back for dinner. Everything’s ready at home.”

Hearing this, Aurora eagerly took Yvette’s hand again. “Come on, Yvette. Let’s head home for dinner. You’re still staying at Skyland, right? There’s no help there, and Jeremiah can’t cook, so I doubt you’ve had anything decent to eat. Come with me. Our home–cooked meals will surely be to your liking.”

Jeremiah watched as their hands linked again. He decided it was time to change the security system at Skyland. Looking at the blacklist, he thought there should soon be another name added.

Aurora and Yvette walked ahead, chatting happily. Aurora did most of the talking while Yvette listened quietly. They seemed like a pair of close sisters.

Jeremiah and Clifford trailed behind them, with expressions as if they’d been dealt a bad hand of cards.

Clifford noticed the intense look in Jeremiah’s eyes. “Brat, keep your wife in check.”

Jeremiah looked up defiantly and said, “Dad, keep your wife in check.”

Clifford said, “Do you think I can do that?”

Jeremiah chuckled. “Are you giving me too much credit? Do you think I can manage that?”

Clifford continued, “Spineless, how did I end up with a kid like you?”

Jeremiah, with his hands in his pockets, said slowly, “Takes one to know one.”

Jeremy thought, ‘One day, I’ll beat you.

Jeremiah thought, ‘One day, I’ll send you away.

By the end, neither of them looked at each other. Instead, they turned to look at Yvette and Aurora.

At the Chavez residence, there weren’t many servants. But they’d been working there for over twenty years. When Aurora led Yvette through the door and they saw her face, they knew in their hearts that she was going to be the future matriarch of the Chavez family.

A few servants warmly stepped forward to greet Yvette, with genuine smiles on their faces. They all knew she came from Seacrity, but there wasn’t any disdain.

In an elite family like the Chavez family, the servants were carefully selected. Their qualifications, behavior, and character were all top–notch. Their salaries were much higher than what people earned outside.

The kind of snobbish servants who look down on others didn’t exist at all. That was all nonsense from TV dramas. A servant had no right to look down on their masters.

Cara led the servants to serve the dishes, and after arranging them, they retreated in an orderly manner. The whole process was so quiet that there wasn’t a sound.

Clifford sat at the head of the table.

On the left were Aurora and Yvette, while Jeremiah sat alone on the right. He looked really pitiful.

No need to say more. Even the seating arrangement was secretly manipulated by Aurora.

Jeremiah had a strong urge to return to Seacrity. If things continued like this, Yvette was definitely going to leave him.

The Chavez family had always preferred Clusian food. Jase went through tough times, so they weren’t really interested in Western food.

Aurora, worried Yvette might not be used to it, thoughtfully added some fancy dishes, such as red wine, cheese, steak, salad, dessert. It was all carefully prepared.

At the dinner table, Aurora eagerly placed food into Yvette’s plate with serving tools.

Clifford and Jeremiah were also at the table. Aurora had her eyes only on Yvette, constantly urging her to eat more.

Yvette accepted everything. She ate whatever was given to her.

Aurora liked her even more for that. She thought it was a blessing to eat well. Skinny people couldn’t hold onto luck. A little chubbiness made one cuter.

Clifford reached out his fork to pick up a piece of steak while Aurora quickly grabbed the last piece and put it on Yvette’s plate, leaving him a piece of pineapple. He took deep breaths, convincing himself that the pineapple was tastier.

Aurora noticed him staring at the pineapple without eating. “Honey, why aren’t you eating? Go on, eat! What are you looking at?”

Clifford smiled bitterly and popped a piece of pineapple into his mouth. He missed the taste of steak. He only picked at his food during dinner.

With a small appetite, Jeremiah was already full.

When Aurora saw Yvette finished the last bite of her meal, she quickly asked Cara to bring the prepared orange juice.

Clifford noticed Yvette happily sipping her orange juice, while he only had a glass of plain water in front of him. Jealousy welled up inside him. Now he was glad that they had Jeremiah, the little rascal. If it were a little girl, Aurora probably wouldn’t even have him in her sight.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Jeremiah was the ultimate errand boy.