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

Chapter 565 Yvette and Sienna entered the room to find Frankie sitting stiffly on the couch, while Bruce and Chris wore unpleasant expressions on their faces. Since Jeremiah had seen that photo, the temperature in the living room had dropped steadily. and the low pressure emanating from him was palpable.

Sensing something was off, Sienna glanced at Bruce, who signale her to stay silent, Jeremiah and Yvette's relationship was definitely not something they could meddle in.

Yvette casually changed her shoes and strolled into the living recen, unfazed by the tense atmosphere. Jeremiah turned his head, locking eyes with her, Frankie sprang up from the couch like a startled rabbit, eager to avoid the battlefield. One misstep and he could beccollateral damage-Jeremiah's expression was that foreboding. Bruce and Chris also took a step back while Sienna moved closer to Bruce Jeremiah's eyes were dark as he stared at Yvette. Then, he started walking toward her, picking up a glass of warm water from the coffee table as he passed.

Frankie whispered, "It's over, I think Jeremiah is really going to have a falling-out with Yve this time. Do you think he'd actually throw water at her?" Bruce shot him a glare and said, "Do you think Jeremiah is as petty as you?" Frankie scratched the back of his head. Jeez, can't I crack a joke? Though, to be fair, if Jeremiah really did throw the water, Yve wouldn't let it slide easily judging by her personality," he thought With one hand in his pocket, Chris thought to himself that a fight seemed inevitable. The photo was taken at such an ambiguous angle. Derek seemed way too close to Yvette, so it was no surprise Jeremiah was upset When Sienna heard Frankie's comment, she blurted out. "You guys saw the photo?" Her voice wasn't exactly soft, and it echoed clearly in the small living room.

Jeremiah paused mid-step but then sat beside Yvette, handing her the glass of water. His deep voice was calm yet magnetic His narrow, dark eyes shimmered.

What he said next left Frankie, Bruce, Chris, and Sienna collectively flabbergasted. "We don't even have a photo together," Jeremiah said.

The four of them exchanged bewildered glances. Wasn't he about to demand an explanation? Why is he suddenly sulking like a lovesick teenager? Asking for a photo?' they thought.

They couldn't reconcile this scene with the Jeremiah they knew the cold, dominant, and unyielding leader. Yvette raised an eyebrow and smirked. She casually ran a hand through her hair, her delicate and stunning features dazzling like a work of art Feeling like eating something sweet, she looked at Jeremiah as she nonchalantly pulled a piece of vanilla toffee out of her pocket.

Yvette slowly finished the candy, leaned back lazily against the couch, and raised her eyes. With a calm tone, she said, "Cameras can't capture my beauty." The four other people simultaneously twitched their lips at the statement. Seriously? Is this something a person should say Cameras can't capture her beauty? they thought.

They sneaked another glance at Yvette, lounging comfortably on the couch, and swallowed their retorts. Honestly, she wasn't wrong-maybe the camera really couldn't do justice to her looks, they thought.

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Chapter 565 90% Jeremiah froze, then broke into a smile. His sharp, cold features softened with a hint of warmth. He replied softly, "Cameras can't capture your beauty, and they can't capture my handsomeness either. How about we settle for a silhouette shot? That might work." Frankie, Bruce, Sienna, and Chris exchanged glances. They complained inwardly, 'Oh, con. This is unbearable. These two are clearly basking in their own perfection. Can someone tell them to stop alrearly? "This isn't just flaunting beauty and charm-this is outright weaponizing it. Jeremiah could actually say something so shameless.

Unable to endure the suffocating air of romance any longer, the four quickly found excuses to leave. Staying any longer would mean drowning in this sickeningly sweet atmosphere.

With the living room now empty except for Yvette and Jeremial Yvette rested her chin in her hand and lazily looked up. After a moment of silence, she nodded. She said, "Alright, let's do it." Jeremiah, satisfied, immediately took out his phone. They took a picture without even bothering to find the perfect angle. Just like that, their first photo together was captured.

In the photo, the two were dressed in matching colors, radiating charm and harmony. Jeremiah posted the picture on his Instagram.

It was the first post he had ever made there, with the caption: [I only have eyes for you.] Corny and outdated, yet Jeremiah was thoroughly pleased as he put his phone away.

It didn't even take ten seconds for the first comment to appear.

Andrew: [Oh heavens, someone's showing off their love!] Samantha: [I only have eyes for Yve.] Eagle King: II only have eyes for Boss.] Charles: [I only have eyes for Ms. Zeller] Sienna: [I only have eyes for Yve.] 1 Rodney: II only have eyes for Yve.] Aurora: [I only have eyes for Yvette.J Even Clifford, who rarely left comments, joined the frenzy: (Agreed with the comment above. Aurora is always right] Emmett: [So, none of you saw Jeremiah in the photo?] The comments were once again in unison. Aurora: [Nope.] Samantha: [Nope.] Everyone in the Betrico Military Department who followed Jeremiah on Instagram was in uproar. No one could believe that Jeremiah, of all people, had posted an official photo to show his affection.

It spread like wildfire through Betrico's upper-class society, reaching even Jase by the next day.

After posting the picture, Jeremiah, now in an exceptionally good mood, casually peeled an apple and asked. "The people from the Ross family reached out to you?" Yvette lounged on the couch, her expression cool and distant. "We ran into each other at a restaurant." The replied.

10:44 Thu, Dec 26 G 1 Chapter 565 190% .90% П Jeremiah sliced the apple into pieces and placed them on the table with a fork. He turned to Yvette and said, "Three days" from now, Elliot will host a recital at Golden Exhibit Center.

"He's specifically invited members of the International Music Association, hoping to use this performance to beca first-class member of the е association and silence the criticisms of him over the past few years." After speaking. Jeremiah pulled a kraft paper envelope from a drower under the coffee table. Tapping it lightly with his fingers, his face turned serious

"Here is Elliot's information from recent years. He has only composed five pieces, and only one of them is ve ap original ronically, it's the one with the worst reviews. The other four were ghostwritten. This guy has been. relying on his looks to attract fans "Despite many questioning his musical skills in recent years, numerous fans still defend him, believing that someone who could compose a piece like 'Despaired Soul' must be talented. That piece has bechis shield.

A so-called musical genius, empty of true talent, propped up by stolen work and a pretty face. Yet, he still has die-hard fans and a massive fans bice following What was more despicable about Elliot were the dirty, hidden secrets surrounding him. It was laughable, especially when chance. What a farcel n sfans went to absurd lengths to attend his recitals, spending a fortune just for the 0