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.

She slightly raised an eyebrow. There was a touch of coldness at the corners

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

He said the firmest words

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

do you come up with these tricks? Each time you become more irresistible. I’m completely

her eyes was filled with desire. Her stunning features were highlighted by the streetlight shadows, exuding her unique charm. Her voice was clear

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

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

the next moment, a wave

on his chin, a glint flashing through her eyes. She

the

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

his, not with any finesse

quickly took

playing on her lips. “Jeremiah, if you try the poor little me act again, I

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

Yvette both turned to look

two of them

silence in the room was

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

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

in his back.

the best way to silence someone