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

Chapter 565

Yvette and Sienna entered the room to find Frankie sitting stiffly on the couch, while Bruce and Chris wore unpleasant expressions on their faces. Since Jeremiah had seen that photo, the temperature in the living room had dropped steadily. and the low pressure emanating from him was palpable.

Sensing something was off, Sienna glanced at Bruce, who signale her to stay silent, Jeremiah and Yvette's relationship was definitely not something they could meddle in.

Yvette casually changed her shoes and strolled into the living recen, unfazed by the tense atmosphere. Jeremiah turned his head, locking eyes with her,

Frankie sprang up from the couch like a startled rabbit, eager to avoid the battlefield. One misstep and he could become collateral damage-Jeremiah's expression was that foreboding. Bruce and Chris also took a step back while Sienna moved closer to Bruce

Jeremiah's eyes were dark as he stared at Yvette. Then, he started walking toward her, picking up a glass of warm water from the coffee table as he passed.

Frankie whispered, "It's over, I think Jeremiah is really going to have a falling-out with Yve this time. Do you think he'd actually throw water at her?"

Bruce shot him a glare and said, "Do you think Jeremiah is as petty as you?"

Frankie scratched the back of his head. Jeez, can't I crack a joke? Though, to be fair, if Jeremiah really did throw the water, Yve wouldn't let it slide easily judging by her personality," he thought

With one hand in his pocket, Chris thought to himself that a fight seemed inevitable. The photo was taken at such an ambiguous angle. Derek seemed way too close to Yvette, so it was no surprise Jeremiah was upset

When Sienna heard Frankie's comment, she blurted out. "You guys saw the photo?" Her voice wasn't exactly soft, and it echoed clearly in the small living room.

Jeremiah paused mid-step but then sat beside Yvette, handing her the glass of water. His deep voice was calm yet magnetic His narrow, dark eyes shimmered.

What he said next left Frankie, Bruce, Chris, and Sienna collectively flabbergasted. "We don't even have a photo together," Jeremiah said.

The four of them exchanged bewildered glances. Wasn't he about to demand an explanation? Why is he suddenly sulking like a lovesick teenager? Asking for a photo?' they thought.

They couldn't reconcile this scene with the Jeremiah they knew the cold, dominant, and unyielding leader.

Yvette raised an eyebrow and smirked. She casually ran a hand through her hair, her delicate and stunning features dazzling like a work of art

eating something sweet, she looked at Jeremiah as she nonchalantly pulled

lazily against the couch, and raised her eyes. With a calm tone, she

at the statement. Seriously? Is this something a person

the couch, and swallowed their retorts. Honestly, she wasn't wrong-maybe the

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either. How about we settle for a silhouette shot? That might work." Frankie, Bruce, Sienna, and Chris exchanged glances. They complained inwardly, 'Oh, come on. This is unbearable. These two are clearly basking

charm-this is outright weaponizing

the four quickly found excuses to leave. Staying any longer would mean drowning in this sickeningly

living room now empty except for Yvette and Jeremial Yvette rested her chin in her hand

bothering to find the perfect angle. Just like

two were dressed in matching colors, radiating charm

had ever made there, with the caption: [I only have eyes for you.] Corny and outdated, yet Jeremiah was thoroughly pleased as he put

take ten seconds for the first

[Oh heavens, someone's showing

only have eyes for

only

have eyes for Ms.

have eyes

1

have eyes for

only have eyes

Clifford, who rarely left comments, joined the frenzy: (Agreed with the

you saw Jeremiah

once again in unison.

Samantha: [Nope.]

Jeremiah on Instagram was in uproar. No one