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."

put the cigarette down.

face was cold and pristine, and her eyes were as pure as a child's. Under the starry night

Colosseum in Afria, there were three matches every day, with tight schedules for morning, afternoon, and evening. That was when she picked up the habit of smoking. Cigarettes were indeed a good

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wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tilted his head. "Let's

eyebrow, and her lips curled into a mischievousmile. "Hmm-you rest. I'll

with a sharp look. His gaze was intense, like a wolf eyeing its prey.

brow and casually remarked,

serious face. With a serious

with gifts. When they

breakfast.

first-time visitor, in the living room

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

shameless Did I

casually waved his hand and gave him

sitting across from him. "Yvette, I know what that jerk, Oliver, did. My grandpa has already scolded him as well. That brat is out of his mind, thinking he could

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

to Yvette, so no

pulled out a chair. He smiled brightly, completely different from the spoiled rich kid she had met before on the hillside of the Yoder Manor. Right then, he seemed more like a

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

be Yvette's most loyal lackey. Being her lackey would also allow him to learn her racing

on the chair, Yvette looked up with a hint of weariness in her eyes and nonchalantly remarked, "I don't

that, Oliver pouted and moved

table. Upon noticing everyone's gaze, he said slowly to Yvette, I'll get some water. You go ahead and eat." Yvette nodded slightly