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

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Just as he finished speaking, Yvette and Jase came down from the second floor and overheard this statement.

Jase suddenly spoke up, startling Clifford, who was facing away from them on the sofa. "What are you guys talking about?" Clifford

I immediately turned around, seeing the two of them looking at him. For the first time in many years, facing the world with composure, he felt a bit embarrassed. His usually stern face showed signs of awkwardness. Aurora wanted to laugh at his expression. 'Honey, you're clearly very satisfied with Yvette, yet you always put on a serious front. Now that someone overheard this, it's a bit embarrassing!

Aurora stepped forward to ease the tension. "It's nothing, Dad. Clifford just said that next time there's danger, all the dirty and tough work should be done by Jeremiah. Yvette is the treasure of our whole family; we can't let anything happen to her." Jeremiah walked over to Yvette, glanced at her, then at Jase, and softly said, "Let's go back to Skyland." After that, he turned to Jase, "Grandpa, we're leaving now." Jase nodded. "Go ahead. I'll be waiting for

you

at your Purplegold Estate tomorrow."

at the three of them and paused briefly beside Clifford before saying, "Thank you."

Yvette nodded at Clifford stood there, momentarily stunned. After understanding the meaning behind her gratitude, he smiled. This kid is starting to see me as family now,' even though he was Jeremiah's father and her future servant, he could clearly see the coldness in her eyes. 'But just now, my daughter-in-law acknowledged me, which wasn't easy at all." Aurora stood beside him, patting him proudly. "Yvette may be quiet usually, but she knows better than anyone who truly cares for her. If you genuinely accept her, she will really see you as family." Jase watched the two of them walk away, then turned back to the study, his silhouette slightly forlorn. 'I'm getting old; this world ultimately belongs to the young.

driver's seat and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Did Grandpa ask about Kaiden?"

On the way back, Jeremiah sat in the driv

I

Seal,

asked casually, but now he was a bit curious.

passenger casually unwrapped a vanilla toffee and popped it into her mouth, mumbling, "Yeah." She turned her head to glance at Jeremiah, pausing briefly, "To tell the truth." Jeremiah knew the girl wouldn't stoop to lying. If she did it, she did it; if she didn't, she didn't. He squeezed her palm and asked, "Did he say anything else?" After a long moment, Yvette didn't respond. Jeremiah had only Yvette let out a deep "mm-hmm," resting her chin on her hand as she looked Jeremiah up and down, raising an eyebrow, her expression partially concealed, making it hard to read her emotions. She slowly said, "Grandpa mentioned that his grandson seems to be lacking and asked I me to be more understanding." Jeremiah's body suddenly tensed, and he didn't say anything. The next second, he accelerated and pulled the car over to an empty roadside. Leaning slightly, he unbuckled Yvette's seatbelt and lifted her up. His gaze was dark and intense, staring

the car was charged with ambiguity, and neither of them

lips as she whispered in his ear. "Don't want to wait

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girl is becoming more provocative. "Seems

anymore."

then nodded generously, pinching his chin and rubbing against him.

at Charles, Samantha, and Andrew opposite him, calmly straightening his military uniform. He turned to Yvette and said, "I need to go back to the military district for some matters in the morning. I'll come back to pick you up at noon." Yvette glanced at

Samantha,

Charles exchanged glances before simultaneously

finished her last sip of oatmeal

tidied her hair and took

nodded, channeling his inner Sherlock Holmes, sounding quite serious. "From what I observed, this happened last night, and the wound is quite deep, likely from

Charles put down

came back last

cup, saying, "No

ck last night."

already injured when he and

think dared

of them, asking excitedly,

Charles glanced upstairs. 'Who else could

usually a place where the four old men would relax and unwind. They never hosted outsiders here, and this was the first time

had already arrived, with only James yet to

room, the three

table, feeling a bit pained. That old man Owens asked for their cherished Delftware and the ancestral emerald screen