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.

There was a touch of coldness at the

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

to be Yvette’s husband. He said the

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.

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filled with desire. Her stunning features were highlighted by the streetlight shadows, exuding her unique

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

the next moment, a wave

chin, a glint flashing through her

hard to control the surge

seconds before leaning in for a kiss. Her lips rubbed against his, not

against his, not with

little plan worked; he quickly took charge

a smirk playing on her lips. “Jeremiah, if you try the

noise at the door. He guessed it meant Yvette and Jeremiah were back. So he

now open. Jeremiah and Yvette both turned to

stared at the two of them

silence in the room was so intense it

he wasn’t silenced permanently by Jeremiah and could see tomorrow’s sunrise. He decided

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

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

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