Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

“Thank you, Mr. Chavez Winona said, reaching out her hand. One second passed, then two seconds… but nothing happened.

Winona lowered her head, waiting for what felt like an eternity without any response, Panic began to creep in as she finally glanced up, her face pitiful and tears welling in her eyes.

Jeremiah hadn’t even looked at her, while Andrew stood casually with his hands in his pockets, his expression full of blatant disdain. Still unwilling to give up. Winona called out again, “Mr. Chavez, can you help me?”

This time. Jeremiah gave her a brief, cold glance, his gaze sharp enough to sting. Without another word, he looked past her into the distance. Suddenly, his expression softened, revealing a glimpse of something more vulnerable beneath his usual stoic demeanor.

Winona’s heart sank at the sight. Stiffly, she turned her head to follow his gaze and spotted two figures approaching in the distance. Her heart dropped, filled with disappointment and a stubborn resolve not to give up.

Yvette had just finished showering when she received Jeremiah’s text. She was about to sit down at her computer but quickly changed her plans, grabbing Bonnie to head out. Dressed in casual workout clothes, they left together. Thanks to Yvette’s influence, Bonnie had also started favoring athleisure.

Though while Yvette wore simple black and white, Bonnie preferred bright, playful colors. Yvette was in black, while Bonnie wink. They drew attention wherever they went, especially with Yvette’s reputation at Argrol University.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

stance, Bonnie spotted Jeremiah and Andrew at the library entrance, their striking appearances impossible to miss. noticed a girl in a white dress sitting on the ground, though she couldn’t make out who it was

Watching the situation, Bonnie thought, Is this girl trying to pull a stunt? Probably not for money. More likely this is just because of Jeremiah’s good looks… To Bonnie, Jeremiah already felt like he belonged to Yvette.

Yvette, focused on replying to a message from Eagle King, had not looked up yet. Bonnie, fuming, grabbed Yvette’s arm and exclaimed, “Yve, someone’s pulling a stunt on Jeremiah. For love and justice, we have to save him!” Without waiting for a response, she tugged Yvette toward the library.

Hearing this, Yvette finally looked up and spotted the library entrance. Unlike Bonnie, she instantly recognized the girl on the ground as Winona, Jeremiah, noticing their approach, walked toward Yvette and Bonnie. “You’re here,” he said.

Andrew remained where he was, glancing down at Winona. I have got to give her credit for sticking around this long: he thought to himself.

Yvette nodded, her expression calm and indifferent, carrying a hint of defiance. As Bonnie moved closer and realized it was Winona sitting on the ground, her irritation intensified. ‘Why is she here?” she thought, feeling a surge of annoyance.

“Bonnie, you look like you’re ready to bite someone. What’s got you so worked up?” Andrew teased, but Bonnie wasn’t in the mood for banter. She pointed at Winona, who was still sitting on the ground, her face full of exaggerated sorrow.

“What’s her deal?” Bonnie asked.

Andrew waved his hand dismissively, sounding exasperated. “We found her collapsed at the library entrance when we walked out. She’s been refusing to get up, insisting someone help her.”

His blunt words left no room for Winona to save face. Her complexion turned pale as she glanced toward Jeremiah and Yvette standing together on the steps. Neither spoke, but the quiet understanding between them was palpable, leaving not room for anyone else.

Yvette hadn’t even acknowledged Winona’s presence, and that cold indifference stung the most. Winona clenched her fists. her nails pressing into her palms as anger simmered within her, she thought, “How dare Bonnie, of all people, look down on me?

Noticing the scrape on Winona’s leg and the blood trickling down, Bonnie’s irritation softened slightly. Despite her anger, she couldn’t bring herself to kick someone while they were down. “Hey, do you need help getting up?” she asked gruffly, surprising Andrew, who had expected Bonnie to lash out.

Bonnie is still too young; she could easily be fooled by such a simple trick. She’d probably get conned without even realizing it, he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah, standing beside Yvette, caught the fresh, cool scent of her body wash. His throat tightened as he thought, “My self-control around Yvette is slipping. This isn’t good.

Hearing him sigh, Yvette turned slightly, looking up at him with a curious expression. “Why are you sighing?” she asked.

Jeremiah was caught by the focused, serious look in Yvette’s eyes, as if he were the only person in her sight, and felt his heart skip a beat. Without thinking, he reached out and gently turned her toward him.

As his hand touched her shoulder, Yvette instinctively tensed, ready to defend herself. But the moment she realized it was Jeremiah, she relaxed, and they stood face to face. “Don’t look at me like that,” Jeremiah said softly. “I’m afraid that I…” He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Yvette furrowed her brows in frustration. She hated it when Jeremiah left his thoughts hanging; it was one of her biggest pet peeves, Meanwhile, Winona watched Jeremiah and Yvette, her jealousy boiling over.

At that moment, if she’d had a knife, she wouldn’t have hesitated to use it. She was convinced that if Yvette were out of the picture, everything would be hers.

Bonnie noticed the dangerous look on Winona’s face and instinctively took a step back, right onto Andrew’s foot. “Ouch! Bonnie, why’d you step on me?” Andrew yelped.

His shout snapped Winona back to reality. She quickly masked her fury, replacing it with her usual gentle expression. Standing up with effort, she brushed the dirt off her skirt, making sure to highlight the cut on her leg. Ignoring Andrew and Bonnie, she limped toward Yvette and Jeremiah.

“Yvie, Mr. Chavez, are you two together? Does Dad know?” Winona asked provocatively, her tone sharp. Realizing there was no point in pretending anymore, and considering Yvette wouldn’t believe her no matter what, she decided to drop the act and go all in.

Yvette glanced at her, her expression unreadable, then calmly put her phone away. Her voice was icy, sending a chill down Winona’s spine. “You must have a lot of free time, she remarked,

Winona was caught off guard, momentarily confused by the sudden shift in the conversation. Nearby, Bonnie snickered, already anticipating what was about to unfold. Yvette continued, her tone cool and unyielding, “Since you’re so eager to poke your nose into other people’s business.”

It took a moment for the sting of the insult to fully sink in, but when it did, Winona’s face flushed with humiliation. Even in front of Jeremiah, she fought to maintain her composure and not let her emotions show.

The more arrogant Yvette becomes, the more I’ll play the understanding one. Sooner or later, Jeremiah will see my worth. she thought to herself.