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

Chapter 478

As soon as Yvette's words fell, Jeremiah immediately opened his eyes.

Yvette leaned in, her expression casual, while Jeremiah raised his eyes with a flicker of amusement in them.

He lifted his hand and pinched Yvette's chin gently, his breath warm against her face. His eyes, calm and profound like a deep pool, met hers as his low voice echoed, "Aren't you even worried about me?"

Yvette licked her lips, a smirk curling on her face. She suddenly tilted Jeremiah's chin up, kissing him fiercely until his lips bled slightly. Pulling away, she stared at him with a mischievous grin. "Next time, you won't be able to get away with this." Jeremiah chuckled, the sound resonating deep in his chest. "Really? Then I'll pull this trick every day."

Yvette squeezed her fingers, glaring at him with exasperation. She felt that he was doing better at arguing.

Jeremiah saw that Yvette was getting upset, so he quickly sat up. He knew that if she really got angry, it would be hard to calm her down. As for him, he was full of energy, showing no sign of weakness.

Jeremiah lifted the blanket, wrapping his arms around Yvette's waist from behind with his chin resting on her shoulder. Yvette tilted her head slightly and asked, "What method did you use? Your pulse was weak, almost imperceptible."

Jeremiah stroked her waist, his voice casual as he replied, "When I was younger, I went to Watwoz once. My grandfather's friend is the master there, and he taught me a technique-a method that can make someone appear to be 'dead' temporarily." Yvette nodded slightly, not feeling surprised. She had already guessed as much. Traditional Clusian boxing was profound, and there were indeed many masters with hidden skills. Some ancient techniques had been lost to time, so the existence of something like this wasn't too unexpected.

Jeremiah suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to Yvette, "Have I been a good husband?"

Yvette glanced at him with a smirk as she narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Jeremiah nodded seriously, his eyes intense and playful, his voice oozing with charm. "I followed those rules. I always obey my wife's commands, and wherever she goes, I follow and listen to her."

Yvette raised an eyebrow, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "And?"

Jeremiah's hand, which had been resting on her waist, began to move slightly. "I've always indulged your spending and understood you. I've always tolerated your bad temper and didn't fight back when you hit me."

Jeremiah had learned about those rules from his close friend Andrew, who was a bit of an internet expert. According to Andrew, if a man mastered these rules, his girlfriend would never leave him.

Yvette's gaze

curving up slightly as she teased, "What are you doing with your hands? Do you want

froze for a moment before deliberately sliding his hand further up her waist. Yvette's eyes sparkled with mischief as she grinned, clearly enjoying the playful tension. In the next instant,

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He reached for the glass of warm water, handing it to her. "Do you have any other plans on your trip to Mysonna this time?" Yvette took a slow sip from the glass, her voice slightly husky as the water soothed her throat. She

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Jeremiah's point, everything was in full view. His throat tightened slightly,

off Jeremiah and stared at him. "It takes

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She casually picked it up without turning away from Jeremiah. Jeremiah glanced at her phone screen and

message from Sienna.

[Your design won an award, and the dean wants to present it to you personally. She said she'd missed you for years and would love to see you, Should I set it up for you?] Yvette paused, twirling

a minute later, another message came in from

mean you're willing to show up? The fashion world is eagerly waiting to see

and it was clear

broke through the moment. "Did

for her. "Yeah, it's just a small award. Convenient timing though, since I'll be in Mysonnal

a bit

her bed with excitement when she saw Yvette's response. However, someone said in a low voice behind

at the man lying on the bed and pouted. She

than to protest too much. With a reluctant sigh, she climbed back into

didn't flinch. Unfortunately, Sienna's little toe almost felt like

looked at Sienna who was pouting and smiled softly, his gaze