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

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.

was a touch of coldness at the corners of her eyes. She calmly said, “Well. You should get used

could be so self–assured. He voice was low and raspy, like it had been run over gravel, low but not

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

a moment. Then she slightly lifted her eyes. Her delicate, slender fingers tugged Jeremiah’s tie, pulling him back. He

body tensed. He thought, ‘Where do you come up with these

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

too high in recent years, the government decided to raise the marriage

smile beneath them. Since they couldn’t get a marriage license, he might as well get

wave

his chin, a glint flashing through her

to control the surge of

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

not with any

plan worked; he quickly took charge

her arms over her chest, a smirk playing

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,

Yvette both turned

at the two of

the room was so intense it

‘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

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

was like having a thorn in his back. The conversation between Yvette

“What’s the best way to silence someone for