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

Andrew immediately put down his skewers and agreed. “Yvette, you want to have a drink? You should have told me earlier! Red wine, white wine, or beer? Which one do you prefer? How about we have all of them?”

Charles didn’t mind at all. He thought, ‘I haven’t had a drink with Yvette for so many years, and it would be nice to have one now! I am actually quite looking forward to it. Yvette probably could drink three times as much as me!

Yvette glanced at them calmly and, for safety reasons, she thought it was necessary to ask about both of their health conditions first. Her voice was as cool as ever. She slowly asked, “Are you two good at taking a beating? How’s your recovery ability?

Andrew thought Yvette was just trying to lighten the mood and joked around, so he patted his chest confidently and said, “Don’t worry, Yvette. I’m so tough.” Yvette then turned her gaze to Charles, feeling the need to ask him as well, “And you?” Charles didn’t think much of it, assuming Yvette was just casually asking. So, he replied earnestly, “Yve, I haven’t neglected anything you taught me over the years. I’ve been practicing and I won’t let you down, trust me.” Yvette’s gaze paused for a moment, and then she concluded that there should be no problem.

Upon hearing those words, Jeremiah was the only one in the room who tensed up a little, and his face showed brief awkwardness. He thought, ‘Yvette definitely couldn’t drink anymore. Her drunken state is simply too tèrrifying.’ Jeremiah watched the two enjoying themselves and, after a few moments of silence, decided to intervene out of compassion. He addressed Andrew, who was about to fetch the alcohol, with a serious expression, “Andrew, I remember there is already out of wine. let’s wrap up for today.” Then he gave Andrew a look, indicating for him not to proceed.

Andrew instantly understood what Jeremiah’s look meant. He thought, ‘Could I not grasp what Mr. Chavez is thinking after being friends for so many years? My mission today is to get Yvette drunk so that Jeremiah could kiss and hug her.‘ Andrew gave Jeremiah a reassuring look and then swaggered into the room to fetch some drinks. Jeremiah felt relieved, thinking that Andrew had understood his intentions.

Charles didn’t miss the exchange of glances between the two. He saw things more clearly than Andrew. He thought, ‘What? Does Jeremiah not want Yvette to drink? That is quite conservative of him.‘ Looking at Jeremiah, Charles spoke up, “Mr. Chavez, don’t worry. We’ll just have a little, and definitely won’t overdo it.”

Jeremiah turned to look at Charles with an unreadable expression. He thought, ‘It’s fine. People create their own problems. And then he said, “Just make sure you don’t regret it.” Upon hearing this, Charles was even more confused and thought, ‘How could drinking a little wine be connected to regret?‘

and nestled quietly in her chair, waiting for Andrew. When Andrew came back with wine, he happened

join in on such fun? However, this time she didn’t put much effort into her makeup; she just tidied herself up a bit and wore a

Samantha came in, she saw Andrew holding red wine, white wine, and some beer. She dashed over like she was in a sprint and thought, ‘Oh! With Yvette

his hand. The other people present didn’t seem surprised to see Samantha; they had already known she was coming. Only Charles didn’t know and gazed her for a long time, wondering why this

“Samantha, what are you doing? Why are you taking my wine? It’s for Yvette.” Samantha steadied herself when she heard this. Without saying a word, she struck Andrew’s back of the head and whispered, “You little

she dislike Yvette? Didn’t they meet? She praised Yvette so highly, so why can’t she even have a drink now What’s going

her all. She turned around with a bright smile, planning to pretend to fall. It was

said, “Samantha, what are you doing? How can you fall

to herself, ‘If anyone wants to take this silly kid

felt a shiver go down his spine when he saw her smile. He confidently promised he wouldn’t and couldn’t resist teasing Samantha a little.

casually slouched in the chair, and greeted her first. “Hi, we meet again.” She then turned to Jeremiah and said, “Mr. Chavez.” She just nodded as a greeting to the really handsome guy next to Mr. Chavez. He must

cool and detached voice, “Hi.” Rebellious yet enchanting, cool