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.

the meal after watching this public display of affection because the love had satisfied their hunger. They needed nothing else. 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 anything. After dinner, the group stayed downstairs to play poker. Yvette was instantly ruled out because it would be futile for her to join since she was guaranteed to win each game she participated in. All they had to do was just give her their winnings. Sitting on the couch, Jeremiah

phone. She didn't even glance up when Jeremiah

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a sip before offering it again. Soon,

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 the couch and nodded at Jeremiah, saying nonchalantly, "I'm going to take a call."

narrowing slightly. "Mm. Fancy an orange?" he asked, his tone much

went upstairs to receive the

appetizing orange on

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 slightly curved

of the line, she rested her palm on the

"I'll send you the address later. See you tomorrow." She

phone, amusement shining through his eyes. He thought, "Yvette's attitude hasn't changed over the years. She still can't be bothered to say more than necessary. Demetrius' smile quickly vanished as he heard the door open

to check with you to see if the person he

"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 wielded immense power in the presidential palace

none. Nobody dared to provoke him. If not

Becker. I'll convey your message to