Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

“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.

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.

looked up and spotted the library entrance. Unlike Bonnie, she instantly recognized the girl on the ground as Winona, Jeremiah, noticing

down at Winona. I have got to give her credit for sticking around this long: he thought

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

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,

deal?”

collapsed at the library entrance when we walked out. She’s been refusing to get up, insisting

to save face. Her complexion turned pale as she glanced toward Jeremiah and Yvette

her nails pressing into her palms as anger simmered within her, she thought, “How dare Bonnie, of all people, look down

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,

fooled by such a simple trick. She’d probably get conned without even realizing

standing beside Yvette, caught the fresh, cool scent of her body wash. His throat tightened as he thought, “My self-control around Yvette

up at him with a curious expression. “Why

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

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

left his thoughts hanging; it was one of her biggest pet peeves, Meanwhile, Winona

have hesitated to use it.