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

Chapter 623

After they landed, the group's first stop was Hillscester, Bruce had already booked the hotel in advance habe most famous ski resort, this season was bustling with activity, Every year around this time, Hillester was ter tourists.

In the car, Bruce drove while Sienna sat in the front passenger seat. Everyone had already changed into t soon as they arrived, Jeremiah glanced sideways, curling his lips into a smile. Yvette, wrapped tightly in layers of clothes with a knitted hat on her head, exposed only her face.

Yvette lazily glanced at Jeremiah, harboring a slight urge to "stab him in her thoughts, Jeremiah had prepared unnec thick clothes. 'Is he implying I can't handle the cold? she wondered.

In the back seat, Frankie, Chris, and Emmett watched Yvette, who was bundled up. They wanted to laugh but dared not, holding it in with great effort. However, they couldn't deny it-Jeremiah really didn't want Yvette to catch a chill Alice tugged on Yvette's sleeve, her big eyes blinking. She asked, Yvette, are you freezing

Among everyone present, Alice was the only one who didn't notice that Yvette was ignoring Jeremiah. Her demeanor had turned frosty. Yvette lifted her eyelids slightly and replied calmly, "I'm not."

Alice seemed a bit confused, wondering, 'Why is Yvette wearing such thick clothes if she isn't cold? Afraid Alice would keep asking. Emmett quickly pulled a lollipop out of his pocket for her. Satisfied, Alice sat quietly in the back seat, happily enjoying her candy. When Yvette saw Jeremiah glance her way, she immediately turned her head to look elsewhere, closing her eyes as if telling him not to mess with her.

For this trip to Hillscester, Bruce booked the presidential suites of the largest hotel in the area and reserved an entire floor. After checking in, everyone went to their rooms to rest.

Alice stayed with Sienna in one of the presidential suites next to Yvette and Jeremiah's room. The rest of the group's roomy were also adjacent to one another.

In her room, Yvette stepped out of the bathroom after a shower, dressed in a loose T-shirt and a pair of shorts that revealed her long and straight legs, which were tanned, firm, and flawless,

Jeremiah stood up from the couch, handing Yvette a glass of lemonade while naturally taking switched on the hairdryer and slowly dried her hair strand by strand.

owel from her hands. He

Through the mirror, Yvette watched Jeremiah's defined profile. His eyes were bright and focused, exuding clarity. Jeremiah, gazing downward, felt the softness of her hair in his hands. His eyes grew darker, and his lips curled slightly into a faint smile.

around Yvette's waist from behind, leaning close to her ear. He murmured, "Rest for a bit. We'll go out to eat later." Yvette half-closed her eyes, raised

chiseled, bare torso. His gray lounge pants hung loosely, exuding a casual yet deliberate appeal. As he leaned down slightly, his breath, hot and teasing, brushed against Yvette's collarbone, leaving a trace of redness. Yvette, staring at him with unreadable eyes, smirked. His attempt

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it meant to remain utterly unaffected. Seeing her shut

effective? Has Yvette lost interest in me? Do I

fleeting seconds, countless thoughts had raced

he lay down beside her, pulling her into his embrace, his chirr resting atop her

conveyed care, the faint trace of grievance in

lying in his arms with her back to him, opened her eyes. They sparkled with humor rather than fatigue, and a playful

eyes, Jeremiah's hold tightened instinctively.

softening, and let out a faint chuckle. Moments later, Yvette shifted, straddling Jeremiah's waist. Leaning forward, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her warm breath

on her. Yvette stretched languidly, her loose T-shirt barely covering her waist, exposing

Jeremiah's eyes. Her voice, low and slightly husky, carried an

had retained even a shred of composure earlier, the way Yvette spoke shattered it

curled into a mischievous smile. The next second, she leaned down, planting a

thought dissipated, leaving only the instinctive desire to hold her tighter.

entire floor, several presidential suites remained unused. One had been converted into a casual dining and

occupied another couch, while Frankie and Chris, the two single men, huddled