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

Secrets Of MrS 597

Chapter 597

When Yvette walked out of the living room, Jeremiah finally retracted

caze and turned to Demetrius, who was staring at

him. Jeremiah sipped his coffee and asked calmly, "What are you looking at?"

Demetrius chuckled lightly. For the first time that day, he found himself smiling genuinely more than once.

"Wette is just like when she was a kid-always itching for a fight but are you sure letting her spar won't leave your subordinates with broken arms or legs? Whist if she gets to used to you spoiling her this much?" he asked.

Even as he spoke, Demetrius felt a pang of guilt. In his heart, Yvette deserved to be pampered this way. But he was curious how Jeremiahi would respond.

Jeremiah glanced at Demetrius with a calun, knowing look, as if seeing through his games. He thought, "We're both too seasoned for this kind of testing."

Jeremiah uttered, "Let Yvette do whatever she likes. If anything happens, I'll deal with it. What's the point of a bottom line? Yvette upholds her own bottom line. Rules that she doesn't follow are meaningless."

"If she doesn't follow them, neither will I. She can do whatever she wants to," Jeremiah said in an almost monotonous tone, so calm it lacked any emotional fluctuation.

Demetrius, resting his hand lightly on the wheelchair, paused and looked deeply at him. Jeremiah was indeed an interesting person, far more devoted to Yvette than he had anticipated.

As a major general of Clusia, he had thought Jeremiah would hold to principles and rules more steadfastly than anyone. Yet here Jeremiah was, saying Yvette was his only bottom line and moral compass. The words left Demetrius deeply shaken. Still, this was for the best. Only a man who put Yvette above everything else deserved to walk through life with her. If Jeremiah had given an answer that displeased him, Demetrius would have stopped at nothing to prevent their relationship. Brady sighed and said, "Alright. I see you're showing off your love for her at every opportunity. Do you think making me jealous does you any good?"

of coffee. His gaze was sharp, his voice indifferent. "It does quite a lot of good.

I can make you angry enough to drop dead, it'll save me some trouble,

nonexistent or so sharp they could enrage even the dead Meanwhile, outside,

a row, Emmett and Chris flanked Frankie,

and hair that had been yanked into a bird's nest, Frankie wiped imaginary tears from the corner of

was careful not to touch her

come, they would've beaten me to death. Emmett and Chris are madmen, totally inhumane! Look at

hair-do you know how much I spent getting a professional hairdresser to style it? All ruined! I

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no dignity left

moment. Frankie resetibled a shrew from the village, rolling on the ground, full of exaggerated vigor. In fact, he

Chris, seeing Frankie's antics, collectively ignored him. This guy's getting more shameless. Why does he dare to pull this act in

I rushed over from the training room, only to find it was all a

neat freak, straightened his rumpled clothes and respectfully addressed Yvette, "Yve, this guy extorted 330 thousand dollars

face showed little emotion. Arching a brow with a touch of mischief,

feet as if his life depended on it Shaking his head

dared answer "yes she might just take it upon herself to fulfill his wish. Hearing his response, a faint trace of disappointment flashed across Yvette's eyes. Emmett and Chris noticed it, silently wondering why she seemed almost regretful Frankie didn't want

Chris, lifting her eyelids slightly with a casual arrogance. Tilting her

first time, they found the courage to interrupt her because they could both sense it-if they admitted to wanting more, the