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

Secrets Of MrS 602 Chapter 602 96% The sky was a canvas of perfect blue, bathed in bright sunshine. A crisp chill hung in the air, mingled with the invigorating scent of fresh greenery. The forest echoed with the ceaseless chorus of bird calls, the clear chirping of kingfishers resonating across the verdant hills. Lush green grass carpeted the ground below.

Jeremiah bought land near this area precisely because of its beautiful scenery and the way it was surrounded by mother nature Yvette and Jeremiah traveled alone on their way there. When Jeremiah purchased the property, he secured not just the mansion but also dozens of miles of the surrounding land, ensuing complete privacy and exclusivity. Jeremiah turned to look at Yvette, gently tucking her hair behind her car. This girl's skin is strikingly tanned" he thought to himself.

His calloused fingertip grazed the back of Yvette's car as he murmured, "Your skin is beautifully tanned" Yvette paused mid-step, her elegant brows arching playfully as she shot Jeremiah a mischievous smile. "Jeremiah, behave yourself, she teased.

Jeremiah's piercing blue eyes glimmered with restrained desire, though his expression remained composed. His voice was steady. "I know. I'll keep trying-don't worry." Yvette was momentarily stunned. 'That's not what I meant! This guy's asking for a punching!' she mused.

Jeremiah, seemingly aware of Yvette's urge to hit him, cleared his throat and took her hand, squeezing it. "Let's go. I'll make you sshrimp pierogies when we get back." That single sentence struck a chord with Yvette, warming her heart. Jeremiah understood her well-food was paramount. To Yvette, a good meal had the power to make almost any problem seem trivial.

Wette nodded, her eyes sparkling at the mention of pierogies. Despite that, she murmured, "But I'm not hungry." to a smile as he thought. She has no idea how adorable she is whenever she says one thing but Jeremiah's lips curled into a means another Nodding, he responded, "I know. I'm the one who's hungry." Yvette shoved her hands in her pockets, gave Jeremiah an annoyed glance, and reluctantly nodded. "I see. Since you're hungry, let's head back." Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, with the top buttons casually undone, Jeremiah sat in the mansion's living room His long fingers skillfully worked the pierogi dough. Beside him, neatly prepared shrimp filling-the favorite Yvette-was ready to be wrapped. Yvette lounged lazily on the couch, legs crossed, her gaze fixed intently on her phone. She didn't even glance in Jeremiah's direction Jeremiah, quietly wrapping pierogies, stole a glance at her. He smirked slightly, recognizing her deliberate attempt to ignore him.

Jeremiah's eyes flicked to the rolling pin teetering precariously on the edge of the table. With a casual nudge, he sent it humbling to the floor, the sudden clatter shattering the tranquilence of the room.

Yvette, immersed in scrolling through her phone, halted mid-swipe. Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his. Her expression remained cool, her eyes distant. One hand cradled her chin in a relaxed pose, while the soft sunlight streaming in framed 1/3 10.19 Sat, Dec 28 Chapter 602 her in an almost ethereal glow, adding an unintentional allure to her composed demeanor.

.96% Yvette rose gracefully and strolled toward Jeremiah casually. Her lips, soft and tempting, made his heart skip a beat. Without warning, she gripped his chin and kissed him, nipping at his lower lip as if to vent her frustration.

Jeremiah froze as her teeth grazed his lip, sending a jolt of tingling numbness coursing through him. His body stiffened involuntarily at the unexpected sensation.

Yvette held his gaze until a surge of raw intensity lit up his blue eyes, prompting her to pull away with practiced nonchalance, as though nothing had just happened.

Narrowing her eyes, Yvette teased, "If you can't handle it, just forget it." Her words hit their mark, and Jeremiah's body tensed further. She had an uncanny ability to unravel his composure with just a few well-placed jabs.

He gazed at the carefree, almost defiant curve of her lips. His blue eyes darkened, his voice low and deliberate as he countered. "I can't handle it?" Yvette's gaze drifted to the glass of water on the table. She picked it up leisurely, taking a deliberate sip before setting it back down. Her eyes then flickered toward the rolling pin lying forgotten on the floor.

You dropped the rolling pin; doesn't that mean you can't handle it?" Yvette teased.

Jeremiah froze, momentarily speechless at her double entendre. He pursed his lips, his voice dropping to a rough, provocative tone. "Seems like I didn't try hard enough last night Don't worry, I'll make sure to up my gevery single night from now on." Yvette's gaze sharpened, turning icy as she inched closer, closing the distance between them. Their breaths mingled in a teasing, rhythmic dance, If he lowered his gaze even slightly, he could catch a glimpse of the tempting view beneath Yvette's collar. His eyes darkened, an inscrutable look clouding his expression.

If this keeps up, I'll never finish the pierogies, Jeremiah thought, clenching his jaw in frustration. Meanwhile, Yvette, noticing the restraint in his eyes, smiled slyly She patted his shoulder and playfully tapped the button on his chest. Jeremiah's chest burned at the cool touch of her fingers In the next moment, Jeremiah pulled Yvette into a tight embrace, his body pressing against hers with no space between them. His voice was taut, strained with barely contained intensity, "Did you do this on purpose?" Yvette lifted her gaze, withdrawing her finger, and with a languid yawn, she teased, "Yes, I did it on purpose." Jeremiah's eyes flickered to her lips, frustration flashing in them as he fought to maintain control. He gave her waist a gentle squeeze.

Their gazes locked for a moment, and after a heavy sigh, Jeremiah finally relented, his voice laced with resignation. "Fine. Go ahead, tormentall you want." Yvette wriggled free from Jeremiah's embrace, flopping down on the couch. Chuckling, she propped her chin in her hand and swung her feet casually.

Jeremiah watched her settle back, her gaze both provocative and teasing, flicking from him to them rolling pin in his hand. Observing his relaxed demeanor, he smiled to himself, thinking As long as she's happy, that's all that matters.

Jeremiah chuckled. 10:19 Sat, Dec 28 Chapter 602 96%1 Jeremiah sat back down, prepared to finish wrapping the rest of the pierogies when Yvette's soft voice cut through the air. "I'm hungry." Jeremiah tensed up again. Anything she says now is bound to makeoverthink. I really need to teach her a lesson."

As Yvette savored her pierogies, Emmett and Chris descended the stairs, drawn by the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. Upon seeing Yvette eating alone at the table, they knew Jeremiah must've whipped up something again. They could do anything in the mansion except cook, for everyone's skills in the kitchen were laughable at best. Only Jeremiah, driven by love, had transformed into a culinary wizard, rivaling the finest chefs in town. Emmett and Chris stole glances at the kitchen and sat at the table, the desire to have a bite written all over their faces.

"Wow, Yvette. Mr. Chavez made you pierogies again? Emmett said enviously.

Every the saw Jeremiah in the kitchen, he would be amazed Back in the day, Emmett would never have believed that Jeremiah, of all people, could becso good at making wheaten food, which he hated. Yvette glanced at the text she received on her phone and put it away, saying, "There's more. Help yourself." Jeremiah placed the freshly made orange pudding on the table, glancing at Emmett and Chris.

""Mr. Chavez!" they greeted him.

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