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

Chapter 547

Sienna was at a loss for words. Upon seeing how serious Yvette was, she realized it was probably impossible for her to be tactful. Those wounded by her sharp remarks would have to heat their own pace.

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly and glanced at Yvette with a fair smile on his lips. While Yvette gazed out the window, Jeremiah's eyes were fixed solely on her.

On the second floor of the mansion, Yvette stepped out of the room after her slower and saw Jeremiah standing on the balcony. His tall, broad back exuded a unique aloofness. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and the radiant moonlight cast a cool, pale glow over his skin.

Several cigarette butts lay in the ashtray. Under the flickering light, Jeremiah's face looked intriguingly mysterious.

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, Jeremiah glanced back and stubbed out the cigarette he hadn't finished. His profound, blue eyes gleamed with a brilliance akin to the starlit glow of the night sky. It was the first time he had smoked in front of Yvette.

Slipping off his coat, Jeremiah smiled and said softly, There's the smell of smoke. Give me a second."

Before Jeremiah could say another word, Yvette approached. He long legs were subtly outlined beneath the white shirt. His blue eyes instantly lit up and grew more intense.

Yvette walked straight up to Jeremiah. Her eyes met his as she raised an eyebrow. Her clear, enchanting gaze was laced with an intriguing threat, while the curve of her lips hinted at a frivolous arrogance.

She glanced at the cigarette box on the table, nonchalantly picked one up, and lit it in one swift motion.

Her white shirt was slightly rolled up at the sleeves, with a few buttons undone, revealing her delicate collarbones that glowed softly. She held the cigarette with her clean, slender fingers. In the dim light of the night, her bare face was breathtakingly beautiful. Jeremiah met her intense gaze, and his eyes flickered slightly. An unspoken emotion surged between them.

Yvette took a puff, exhaled slowly, and gave a devilish grin. Her charm was irresistible. She asked, "What? Thinking about your ex-girlfriend?"

Jeremiah's lips tugged into a faint smile, and he raised his brows playfully. "No, never. From the very beginning until now, you're the only one in my life."

Yvette lifted off her toes slightly, raised her gaze, and reached out to pinch Jeremiah's chin. There was a faint stubble beneath, but it wasn't harsh. She spoke slowly and deliberately. Jeremiah, it's not just until now. Even when you die, there can only be me." Jeremiah's heart skipped a beat. His delicate brows and eyes were full of expression.

He held onto Yvette's hand that was pinching his chin. His features were sharp and defined. Under the moonlight, their two figures stood in perfect contrast. His voice, low and steady, was laced with a soft, husky quality. "All right. Only you, even until death."

saw her take a drag and then put the cigarette down. In

pure as a child's. Under

with tight schedules for morning, afternoon, and evening. That was

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wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tilted his head.

lips curled

intense, like

arched her brow and casually

on his usually serious face. With a serious look, he said, "With you, I

next morning, Joe brought Oliver over with gifts. When they arrived, Yvette, Jeremiah, and Bruce were

breakfast.

first-time visitor, in the living room and made his way to the dining table, sitting down wherever he

extra because you knew I haven't had breakfast? That's so thoughtful," Joe said as he grabbed a

at Joe and pouted. 'Hey-you're quite shameless Did I say I prepared

waved his hand and gave him an

know what that jerk, Oliver, did. My grandpa has already scolded him as well. That brat is out of his mind, thinking he could race with those skills. If it weren't for you, he'd probably have lost his life. Thank you for saving him,

Joe turned and shouted at Oliver, who was still standing there looking dazed. "Get over here and thank Yvette! You owe your

racing incident, Oliver had completely submitted to Yvette, so no

different from the spoiled rich kid she had met before on the hillside of the Yoder Manor. Right then, he seemed more like a boy next door. His hair was also dyed back to its natural color, and he looked

I declare that from today onward, you're my boss. I'll be your most loyal

lackey would also allow him to learn her racing techniques.

in her eyes and nonchalantly remarked, "I don't take lackeys,

Oliver pouted and

stood up and picked up the orange juice on the table. Upon noticing everyone's gaze, he said slowly to Yvette, I'll get