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

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.

Your skills aren’t

Jeremiah asked, “Not great?”

and mischievous and let out

his lips, Yvette’s gaze imoved down, her expression momentarily uneasy, and there

that got to do with

her waist, pulling her into his embrace and resting his

played with her hair,

like boys or girls?” he

was silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at Jeremiah, her fair arm

for a few seconds, he spoke softly, “If you

a bit. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly and, fixing her gaze on Jeremiah, she said, “No regrets?” Jeremiah gently ruffled her hair,

disappeared as

Jeremiah was speechless.

morning, as usual, Jeremiah prepared

spoil her

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

was driving. Yvette was lounging lazily in the passenger seat, eyes downcast, fiddling with her phone. She yawned, looking a bit listless, and her

in a deep voice. “What’s wrong? Didn’t

on him,

asking knowingly?” she

awkwardly and asked, “How about

her tongue, slowly put

“You switch topics

required intense focus, saying, “I didn’t hear

Wednesday. Jeremiah and Yvette’s flight

As soon: him.

at the entrance with a black, understated business

were common in

but Emmett’s presence made passersby turn their heads. They

carried a

plate began with ‘Betrico’ and had five zeros.

symbol

there, expressionless and

changed slightly when he saw

stepped up to meet them, slightly howing, and said,

wearing a black casual outfit, and there wasn’t a single

said “stay away, and yet there was something intriguingly restrained about

dressed in

and shorts, with a baseball

legs were strikingly

a combined presence like a seven-foot aura. Even with only half her face visible, Yvette’s aura