Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jeremiah, Clifford, and Aurora all looked at Yvette.

Clifford’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He thought Yvette wasn’t supposed to know about this. He found it hard to believe that Mr. Owens would be so careless that he’d reveal this to Yvette.

But Clifford couldn’t figure out how Yvette managed to know that Mr. Owens had successfully recruited Siren. He was filled with questions, but he didn’t let them out this time. Everyone had his secrets. Some things were better left unsaid. No matter how Yvette came to know Mr. Owens, Clifford had no right to ask.

Jeremiah turned his head to look at Yvette. His eyes flickered slightly, feeling as if there was something he had overlooked. But he couldn’t figure it out anyway.

Aurora didn’t think too much about it. She just thought it was because Yvette was so charming that Mr. Owens would share such secrets with her.

Without even realizing it, Aurora had become a huge fan of Yvette in just one short day, the kind of fan who would go wild, lose her mind, and run into walls for her.

The topic was naturally brushed aside, and none of the three felt the need to delve deeper.

At eleven o’clock at night, Yvette and Jeremiah finally returned to Skyland.

The reason was that Aurora insisted on keeping Yvette a while longer, even hoping the two would stay overnight. She wanted Yvette to stay. Jeremiah was just tagging along, whether he was needed or not. She kept delaying again and again, so by the time they left the Chavez residence, it was already midnight.

At the entrance of Skyland, Jeremiah pulled Yvette, who was about to walk inside, into his arms.

The whispered by her ear sent tingles down her spine.

He deliberately accentuated his words, his voice thick and hoarse, a mix of teasing and coaxing. “What should I do with you since I am a little jealous today?”

Jeremiah suddenly felt that Yvette had a kind of charm that irresistibly attracted both men and women. Aurora didn’t usually act like this. In just one day, she’d fallen completely in love with Yvette.

Where the big, Only Jeremiah knows that bittersweet feeling of having rivals in love of both genders. It was another day tough Jeremiah turned into a softie. He knew that Yvette responded better to kindness than to toughness and it was perfectly fine for a man to give in sometimes.

Yvette lifted her head from Jeremiah’s embrace. She slightly raised an eyebrow. There was a touch of coldness at the corners of her eyes. She calmly said, “Well. You should get used to this.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

tood in front of her. His Jeremiah was a bit surprised. He hadn’t noticed before that Yvette could be so self–assured. He voice was low and raspy, like it had been run over gravel, low but not harsh. Yet it carried a hint of tenderness. “Want to get married?”

Jeremiah wanted to be Yvette’s husband. He said the firmest words in the gentlest tone.

Those words really made Yvette pause for a moment. Then she slightly lifted her eyes. Her delicate, slender fingers tugged Jeremiah’s tie, pulling him back. He was pinned against the wall, with her right hand on it and her left hand hooking under his chin. She gave a soft scratch.

Jeremiah’s body tensed. He thought, ‘Where do you come up with these tricks? Each time you become more irresistible. I’m completely overwhelmed.

Yvette’s dark and bright eyes flickered slightly, locking with Jeremiah’s gaze. The depth in her eyes was filled with desire. Her stunning features were highlighted by the streetlight shadows, exuding her unique charm. Her voice was clear and crisp. “Jeremiah, I’m not even at the legal age to get married yet.”

Jeremiah only said it impulsively. He completely forgot that in Clusia, the legal marriage age for women had been raised to twenty–five. Because Clusia’s divorce rate had been too high in recent years, the government decided to raise the marriage age for women to encourage people to take marriage more seriously. Yvette was only twenty–two, so she had three more years to go.

Jeremiah lowered his eyes, hiding a hint of a smile beneath them. Since they couldn’t get a marriage license, he might as well get something in return.

In the next moment, a wave of disappointment suddenly emanated from Jeremiah.

Yvette’s hand paused on his chin, a glint flashing through her eyes. She lifted Jeremiah’s chin. Their eyes met.

Jeremiah tried hard to control the surge of emotions within him.

Yvette held his gaze for a few seconds before leaning in for a kiss. Her lips rubbed against his, not with any finesse but with raw intensity.

Her lips rubbed against his, not with any finesse but with raw intensity.

Jeremiah’s little plan worked; he quickly took charge of the situation.

Five minutes later, Yvette pushed against Jeremiah’s chest, breaking free from his embrace. She crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk playing on her lips. “Jeremiah, if you try the poor little me act again, I swear you won’t easily get out of bed.

Emmett heard some noise at the door. He guessed it meant Yvette and Jeremiah were back. So he came out of his room, bleary–eyed. As soon as he pushed open the door, he heard those words.

The door was now open. Jeremiah and Yvette both turned to look at the door.

Emmett stared at the two of them with wide eyes, completely awake.

The silence in the room was so intense it was frightening.

Emmett felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He thought, ‘Yvette said something so outrageous. Should I be heading out?‘ To make sure he wasn’t silenced permanently by Jeremiah and could see tomorrow’s sunrise. He decided to pretend he didn’t hear anything, fooling himself into believing he still had a slim chance of survival.

In the next moment, Emmett stared wide–eyed, without blinking, then suddenly closed his eyes tightly. He turned around. Muttering to himself, “Sleepwalking. I’m sleepwalking. I’m not fully awake right now. I didn’t hear anything. My memory’s bad. What should I do now? Oh right, sleep. Sleeping is super important. I need to sleep.”

With every step Emmett took, he could feel Jeremiah’s eyes watching him closely. It was like having a thorn in his back. The conversation between Yvette and Jeremiah only made him wish he could sprout wings and fly away.

Jeremiah asked, “What’s the best way to silence someone for good?”

Yvette replied, “There are many ways, such as bleeding from the nose and ears, heart–wrenching pain, being drawn and quartered, torn apart, or completely crushed.”

Hearing this in the dead of night, Emmett felt like dropping to his knees. He started walking faster and faster. He pushed open the door, locked it immediately, and then dashed to the table to gulp down a big glass of water. He took a deep breath. He had narrowly escaped disaster,

After such a close call, he took out his phone and found the small group chat with Bruce, Chris and Frankie. “Guess what I heard?”

It was daytime in Mysonna. Bruce, Chris and Frankie were having breakfast together.

Sienna was there too. Her child has been taken care of, and she’s gotten to know everyone recently. Frankie even set aside a room for her in the villa, and she’d been staying there to recuperate lately.

Chris responded to Emmett, [Eating. Do not disturb.]

Emmett said, [Can’t you be more shameless?]

Chris said, [Day one of blocking you.]

Emmett knew if he didn’t come up with some juicy news, they wouldn’t pay him any attention. Then, in the next moment, he typed out the sentence he had overheard.

Emmett was sure Frankie couldn’t resist gossiping about this. He couldn’t possibly resist it.

Emmett waited for a full minute, but the group chat remained–silent. He wondered if everyone had ignored their phones. He patiently waited another two minutes.

Finally, his phone buzzed. He quickly grabbed it to check, and as soon as he saw the group message, his phone slipped from his hands and fell to the ground. He shouted inward, ‘What on earth?‘