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

Chapter 585

Jeremiah personally prepared ten dishes and set them on the dining table. They flooded the entire table with delectable fragrances, which made the room seem highly inviting Sienna, Bruce, Emmett, and Chris were777 seated at the dining table as Yvette had yet to return. Instead, they sat on the couch, lined up like kids in school waiting to eat. Sienna rested her chin on her hand. Taking a quick look at jeremiah, who was in the kitchen in an apron, she turned to look. at Bruce next to her with a hint of disdain..

She once thought Jeremiah was the kind of man who would never set foot in a kitchen. But she never expected him to be so in his element. His actions convinced her that love had a genuinely wonderful power. Bruce, with his phone in his hand, paused when he saw Sienna's disdainful glance. T'll learn how to cook," he whispered.

With a satisfied nod, Sienna threw herself into his arms and deliberately spoke in a high-pitched, adorable tone to flatter him. "Bruce, you're the best."

To persuade any man to work on something, the woman had to offer a small reward. Bruce was happy to comply with her request, even though he knew her cutesy behavior was a tactic.

He tightened his arms around Sienna, and their affection left Emmett and Chris speechless. Emmett and Chris rolled their eyes, wishing to get rid of the lovey-dovey couple.

While Sienna and Bruce were being annoyingly affectionate, Frankie followed Yvette inside after parking the car. They then came across Jeremiah, who'd just exited the kitchen and was about to remove his apron.

Yvette raised an eyebrow at the sight of Jeremiah in his apron. She smirked playfully, with faint amusement in her eyes. She said, teasingly and frivolously. "Nice apron."

Despite wearing an apron, Jeremiah maintained a noble and relaxed air. He was a sight to behold even standing there. With, a captivating and magnetic voice, he asked, "Just the apron?"

Frankie sensibly retreated to the couch. He understood he shouldn't stay near Jeremiah and Yvette as any singleton would feel absolutely out of place in such an atmosphere. Yvette looked up, her clear green eyes locked on Jeremiah. With slight lift of her chin, she replied, "You're even better."

Jeremiah smiled softly, which accentuated his chiseled features. Thanks for the compliment," he said, pursing his lips. They exchanged glances and smiled, filling the air with romance.

During dinner, Yvette's phone chimed twice due to text notifications. She took it up and nonchalantly checked it before setting it down to continue eating. She clearly had no intention of responding. Seeing this, everyone else remained mute. afraid to say

eyes downcast and preoccupied with her phone. She didn't even glance up when Jeremiah brought her

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take a sip before offering it again. Soon, the entire milkshake

those playing poker in the living room noticed the duo, they were distracted. They couldn't help but sigh as they realized it was another way for Jeremial to flaunt their love. When Yvene's phone rang again, she looked at the caller ID indiferently. She stood up from

placed the empty milkshake glass on the table, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Mm. Fancy an orange?"

for a bit before nodding. "Yeah" She then went upstairs to receive the

on the table, peeling it little by

Yvette leaned against the balcony railing to answer the phone. The faint glow of her phone illuminated her face. The hazy moonlight and brilliant stars blended with the bright lights, enveloping the deep night in tranquility. Under the same moonlit sky, in the presidential palace garden, Demetrius sat in a wheelchair, listening to a familiar voice on the phone. His lips were

the other end of the line, she rested her palm on the railing, her exposed wrist

address later. See you tomorrow." She then ended the call without further small

She still can't be bothered to say more than necessary. Demetrius' smile quickly vanished as he

respectfully to Demetrius from the doorway. "Mr. Becker, Mr. Becker has asked me to check with you to see if the person he mentioned is willing to meet. He's still waiting for your

face appear more chilly. He remarked fiercely, "Tell him we'll discuss it later. I'll give him a firm answer within three days." After a pause, he continued. Til try to arrange everything." Rufus bowed his head even more after seeing Demetrius' expression. Despite bemg in a wheelchair,

Demetrius had Cyrus' undying affection and was second to none. Nobody dared to provoke him. If not for the accident that placed him into a wheelchair, he

Becker. I'll convey your message to him. Rest well. I'll