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

Chapter 439

At the entrance of the hospital, Andrew gently held Bonnie and aid in a deep voice, "Let's go, Bonnie. Yvette is still waiting for us at home."

The moment Bonnie stepped outside, her eyes turned red. She tried to hold back her tears, forcing a huge smile on her face. Her voice was filled with confusion, and she appeared fragile, like a lost deer. "I don't have a home anymore, Andrew. She lost her grandma and sister, and she couldn't return to Dungo Village either.

Andrew's heart tightened as he looked at Bonnic, placing her hand over his chest. "You still have me, Bonnie. You have Yvette, Jeremiah, and Emmett. You'll never be alone."

Bonnie felt the warmth coming from Andrew's chest, so warm it made her feel comforted. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "You're right. I still have Yve." Andrew couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew that in Bonnie's heart, Yvette definitely came first. It was going to be a long road, but his goal was to be a little closer to her. However, Andrew didn't think he could ever surpass Yvette.

In the living room of the villa, Emmett, Samantha, and Charles sat on one side of the circular couch. They glanced toward the kitchen where Jeremiah was cooking, feeling a bit stunned that Jeremiah had turned into a house husband. Samantha, with her legs crossed, held a bag of chips and was munching happily while watching Jeremiah cook. She couldn't help but sigh, "I really can't believe that one day Jeremiah would actually cook for Yvette." Emmett set down his laptop, adjusted his glasses, and said in a serious tone, "To be honest, I never dared dream of this scene, not even in my dreams."

Charles, hearing this, also put down his anatomy book. Earlier, when he saw Jeremiah walking in with a bag of groceries and Yvette, he had been taken aback. However, he felt that if the meal was for Yvette, then it made sense. He thought, 'Braydon is also a dominating figure in his own right, a man who kills without hesitation. Yet, in front of Yvette, he is as humble as could be, never daring to speak out of turn or risk angering her.

'If Yvette asked Braydon to cook, he would probably do as he was told. There's nothing in the world that Yvette can't do.'

The doorbell rang, and Emmett stood up to open it. It was Andrew and Bonnie returning. Bonnie had pulled herself together and was back to her usual carefree self.

As soon as they entered the house, they saw the group sitting in the living room, all facing the kitchen. Andrew said, "Samantha, Charles, what are you two staring at so intently?"

Five minutes later, they were all seated neatly in a row on the couch-Samantha, Andrew, Bonnie, Charles, and Emmett- each of them staring at the kitchen in perfect unison.

admiration. "No wonder they say men look handsome when they cook." Andrew shifted slightly to block Bonnie's view, clearing his throat. "Hey, my cooking skills aren't bad." The other three exchanged awkward glances. They didn't bother to call him out on it. After all, the last time he tried grilling skewers at Skyland, they came out completely burnt. And yet, he was boasting about his cooking skills. Bonnie rolled her eyes,

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as soon as the five of them saw her,

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perfect sync

took a sip of the coffee, Jeremiah brought it back from Betrico, and it tasted good. She lifted her eyes to glance at them, her cold gaze softening slightly into a subtle, almost teasing smile. Her voice was casual as

'Why is Yvette suddenly

in the kitchen, Yvette. Playing games while he's

she wasn't bold enough to voice that opinion out loud, especially since she still had hopes of making it back to Berrico

Andrew, Charles, and Emmett, while Samantha and Bonnie sat back

kitchen and saw the game underway. He glanced at Yvette and,

an hour later, Andrew looked at his cards with an expression of utter despair. He glanced at the cards on the table before he resignedly put down his hand. With a sigh, he said, "I'm

games. Out of twenty-eight rounds, he lost twenty-seven, and the only one was a tie. He felt frustrated. Emmett and Charles shrugged, laying down their cards. They had both had a

dollars. Samantha patted Andrew on the shoulder, offering him

up to serve the dishes. When the table was finally set with dishes

seen fancy food before, but the presentation was flawless. They thought, 'Did Jeremiah learn this from some top-tier five-star chef? Even the plating is done to

sat back on her chair, her hand resting casually on the table, her sleeve pushing up slightly to reveal her delicate wrist. She surveyed the dishes, all of which

salmon salad, mushroom pasta, steak, grilled meat, lamb stew, and shrimp. Although none of these dishes were fancy, the homemade style made them even more