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

Secrets Of Mrs 593 10:17 Sat, Dec 28 Chapter 593 Demetrius said, "You don't need to act all lovey-dovey in front of me, you know." Jeremiah adjusted his cuffs with quiet precision, his tall, commanding presence exuding confidence. "You'd better get used to it, he said. "This is going to happen a lot." Their eyes met, and a knowing smile passed between them. No words were needed-despite their differences, they shared at bond, a commitment to protect someone they both cared about. That was enough to keep them from being enemies.. The silent understanding formed an unspoken friendship for two men as powerful as they were. Demetrius turned his wheelchair with ease, a faint smile curling his lips as he quipped, Shouldn't you be calling'brother' by now?" Jeremiah walked over to the table in the middle of the room. He poured himself a glass of water and casually replied, "We talk about that after you cough up the fee." Demetrius froze in mid-turn, then chuckled. "Fair enough. You're the major general of Clusia. I'd be embarrassed if I couldn't afford something respectable for you," he said.

Jeremiah poured a second glass of water expressionlessly and handed it to Demetrius, saying. And you, as the nephew of Mysonna's president, with half the country's economy under your control, I'll wait to see what kind of gift you bring." Demetrius sat in his wheelchair, holding the glass of water, his hand frozen mid-air. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, wondering, Jeremiah can figure out who I am just from a nHe set the glass down slowly, masking his reaction with casual indifference. "How did you find out?" he asked. The admiration in his eyes was quick, but he quickly tried to conceal it.

Jeremiah leaned back casually against the armrest of the couch, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guessed," he said. "The surn'Becker isn't exactly common in Mysonna, and it just so happens to belong to the president." "Add that to your demeanor-do you really think anyone would believe you're just an ordinary guy?" he asked Demetrius had not expected Jeremiah to compliment him, even if it was indirect. Still, he couldn't deny it-he liked it.

Demetrius replied, "That's it? Sounds a bit reckless. What if I weren't who you thought I was? Wouldn't that be awkward? Or maybe awkwardness doesn't bother you." Though Demetrius acknowledged Jeremiah's cleverness, his tone still carried a sharp edge. After all, he's the man who has won Yvette over, he thought.

Jeremiah raised an eyebrow, unfazed by to her, he retorted.

the comment. "Yvette once toldthat even my awkward moments are adorable Demetrius stared at him, his mind racing. 'Adorable?' he thought feeling a strong urge to kick him on the spot. Demetrius looked at Jeremiah, who spoke without a hint of embarrassment. He cleared his throat and replied. "As far as I know, Yvette isn't the type to say something like that." In reality, Yvette had never said anything like that; however, Jeremiah did not flinch. His smirk deepened, and his confidence remained unshaken as he brushed an invisible speck of dust from his sleeve.

Jeremiah said, "Oh, she says many surprising things in bed. You'd be amazed at the sweet things she whispers." The words completely shattered Demetrius' composure. He thought, 'How can Jeremiah, the youngest major general of Clusia, be so shameless?" Demetrius knew he could not win a debate with Jeremiah-especially since Jeremiah always brought up Yvette.

1/3 10.17 Sat, Dec 28 Chapter 393 98% When Jeremiah noticed the flicker of contempt on Demetrius tice, he smiled Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he said. "My apologies. I suppose I talked too much today." His tone was polite, but the smugness in his expression and postire was impossible to ignore. Demetrius leaned back in his wheelchair, his gaze sharp as he remarked. "You do talk a lot. I wonder if Yvette knows this side of you Jeremiah looked up with a blank expression and said, "Yvette loves me, no matter what. That's just the way it is" At that, Demetrius was left completely speechless. He gritted his teeth and silently sipped his water, knowing that if the conversation continued any longer, he would explode from sheer frustration.

Over the years, only two people had ever managed to leave Demetrius at a loss for words-Yvette and, now, Jeremiah. While he had grown accustomed to Yvette's teasing, it had beca familiar routine.

If there was a day when she did not tease him, Demetrius would feel strangely off-balance. However, that privilege had always been reserved for her and his sister, Alice. No one else would dare challenge him-unless they had a death wish. Somehow, Jeremiah managed to join that exclusive club by using Yvette to throw his conversation partner off balance.. As they sipped their coffee and chatted idly, footsteps and hushed voices echoed near the door.

Emmett and Chris rushed back from the training room after seeing the message in the group chat and stepped into the courtyard.

What they saw was unexpected-Yvette reclining in a rocking chair, her face partially hidden by a wide-brimmed hat. They immediately slowed their steps, but it was useless.

Yvette had sensed them approaching from a few dozen feet away. The chair stilled as she stretched lazily, lifting her hat to reveal a face still soft with traces of post-nap drowsiness.

As the sunlight began to fade, Yvette slowly opened her eyes. It was about tanyway-whether Emmett and Chris had returned or not, her nap had cto an end.

Emmett and Chris exchanged cautious glances, realizing they had probably interrupted her sleep. They both knew that could be a dangerous mistake-Yvette wasn't exactly pleasant when she woke up.

"We're in trouble. This is like walking straight into a lion's den, they thought." What baffled them even more was how Yvette could leave her sunor-or perhaps lier ex-alone with Jeremiah in the living room while she peacefully napped outside.

One of them silently wondered, 'Does she trust Mr. Chavez's temper so much? Or has someone already been hurt in there?" Yet none of them doubted the outcome. Jeremiah was merciless to rivals. No man stood a chance against him. While he kep his sharp edge hidden around Yvette, he did not hesitate to show it when it cto love rivals.

Meanwhile, in his room, Frankie suddenly realized that he had not revealed Demetrius' identity in the group chat He started typing a message but was interrupted when his phone rang with a call from home.

Without a second thought, he answered the call, completely forgetting the message He did not realize that he had unintentionally confused everyone by not sharing Demetrius' identity.

In the courtyard, Emmett and Chris froze as Yvette Wette got up fromcher Chair and walked toward them.

If she decided to make a move, they were unsure if they would even make it into the living room, let alone see how Jeremiah would handle his love rival.

Her slow, deliberate steps, with her hands casually tucked into her om pockets, only heightened their nerves.

She shot them al cool look, her voice sharp. "What are you two waiting for? Go inside." 10:17 Sat, Dec 28 Chapter 593 They paused for a moment, a wave of relief washing over them, "After you, of course," Chris added quickly.

Yvette paused and eyed them both. With a knowing smirk, she i The two of them froze again, exchanging a guilty glance. One o show?" 10:17 Sat, Dec 28 Chapter 593 They paused for a moment, a wave of relief washing over them. "We're going in right away!" Emmett blurted.

"After you, of course," Chris added quickly.

Yvette paused and eyed them both. With a knowing smirk, she asked, "You're hoping to see s, aren't you?" The two of them froze again, exchanging a guilty glance. One of them thought, 'Is it so obvious that we're here for the show?"