Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

As soon as Yvette’s words fell, Jeremiah immediately opened his eyes.

Yvette leaned in, her expression casual, while Jeremiah raised his eyes with a flicker of amusement in them.

He lifted his hand and pinched Yvette’s chin gently, his breath warm against her face. His eyes, calm and profound like a deep pool, met hers as his low voice echoed, “Aren’t you even worried about me?”

Yvette licked her lips, a smirk curling on her face. She suddenly tilted Jeremiah’s chin up, kissing him fiercely until his lips bled slightly. Pulling away, she stared at him with a mischievous grin. “Next time, you won’t be able to get away with this.”

Jeremiah chuckled, the sound resonating deep in his chest. “Really? Then I’ll pull this trick every day.”

Yvette squeezed her fingers, glaring at him with exasperation. She felt that he was doing better at arguing.

Jeremiah saw that Yvette was getting upset, so he quickly sat up. He knew that if she really got angry, it would be hard to calm her down. As for him, he was full of energy, showing no sign of weakness.

Jeremiah lifted the blanket, wrapping his arms around Yvette’s waist from behind with his chin resting on her shoulder. Yvette tilted her head slightly and asked, “What method did you use? Your pulse was weak, almost imperceptible.”

Jeremiah stroked her waist, his voice casual as he replied, “When I was younger, I went to Watwoz once. My grandfather’s friend is the master there, and he taught me a technique–a method that can make someone appear to be ‘dead‘ temporarily.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvette nodded slightly, not feeling surprised. She had already guessed as much. Traditional Clusian boxing was profound, and there were indeed many masters with hidden skills. Some ancient techniques had been lost to time, so the existence of something like this wasn’t too unexpected.

Jeremiah suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to Yvette, “Have I been a good husband?”

Yvette glanced at him with a smirk as she narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Jeremiah nodded seriously, his eyes intense and playful, his voice oozing with charm. “I followed those rules. I always obey my wife’s commands, and wherever she goes, I follow and listen to her.”

Yvette raised an eyebrow, a spark of amusement in her eyes. “And?”

Jeremiah’s hand, which had been resting on her waist, began to move slightly. “I’ve always indulged your spending and understood you. I’ve always tolerated your bad temper and didn’t fight back when you hit me.”

Jeremiah had learned about those rules from his close friend Andrew, who was a bit of an internet expert. According to Andrew, if a man mastered these rules, his girlfriend would never leave him.

Yvette’s gaze shifted to Jeremiah’s hand, her lips curving up slightly as she teased, “What are you doing with your hands? Do you want me to cut them off?”

Jeremiah froze for a moment before deliberately sliding his hand further up her waist. Yvette’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she grinned, clearly enjoying the playful tension. In the next instant, she shifted her position, riding on Jeremiah.

Jeremiah’s expression stiffened, and then he adjusted, lifting her slightly to find a more comfortable position.

*****

At one o’clock in the morning, as the night deepened, Jeremiah pulled Yvette closer, wrapping his arms around her. He reached for the glass of warm water, handing it to her. “Do you have any other plans on your trip to Mysonna this time?”

Yvette took a slow sip from the glass, her voice slightly husky as the water soothed her throat. She was wearing a loose white shirt, and from Jeremiah’s point, everything was in full view. His throat tightened slightly, and his gaze deepened.

Yvette got off Jeremiah and stared at him. “It takes time.”

Just then, Yvette’s phone rang. She casually picked it up without turning away from Jeremiah. Jeremiah glanced at her phone screen and noticed it was a message from Sienna.

Sienna: [Your design won an award, and the dean wants to present it to you personally. She said she’d missed you for years and would love to see you, Should I set it up for you?]

Yvette paused, twirling the phone between her fingers as she read the message. She raised her eyebrows and texted back, [Sure.]

Not a minute later, another message came in from Sienna.

Sienna: [You finally said yes! Does that mean you’re willing to show up? The fashion world is eagerly waiting to see the face behind Vibe. I’m so excited.]

The excitement in Sienna’s message was almost tangible, and it was clear how much she had hoped Yvette would reveal herself to the public.

Jeremiah’s voice broke through the moment. “Did you win an award?”

Yvette put the phone down, her expression calm. It was as if the award didn’t hold much weight for her. “Yeah, it’s just a small award. Convenient timing though, since I’ll be in Mysonnal I’ll also be visiting a teacher there.”

Jeremiah nodded. He was aware that Yvette was the mastermind behind Vibe, but to hear her brush off the award as “just a small one” seemed a bit too humble.

Meanwhile, in Mysonna, Sienna was practically bouncing on her bed with excitement when she saw Yvette’s response. However, someone said in a low voice behind her, “Come back to bed.”

Sienna glanced at the man lying on the bed and pouted. She thought, ‘Did I find myself a boyfriend or a babysitter?‘

Sienna grumbled under her breath, though she knew better than to protest too much. With a reluctant sigh, she climbed back into bed and gave him a playful kick.

That kick, however, had no effect. The man didn’t flinch. Unfortunately, Sienna’s little toe almost felt like it had broken.

The man looked at Sienna who was pouting and smiled softly, his gaze brimming with unwavering tenderness.

Back in Voraxia, early in the morning, Rodney was once again outside Yvette’s door, pacing back and forth and looking around.

Finally, the door opened, and out stepped Jeremiah, dressed in a white casual outfit, looking fresh and energized. When he saw Rodney standing there, he cleared his throat a couple of times. “What are you doing here?”

Hearing his cough, Rodney immediately darted over, his eyes scanning up and down. Seeing that Jeremiah seemed to be in decent shape, he finally let out a sigh of relief. At least now, Yvette wouldn’t be mad at him.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you yesterday, Mr. Chavez,” Rodney blurted, his voice full of regret.

Jeremiah observed Rodney, noticing how, just the day before, he had been ruthless and decisive in dealing with traitors, but in front of Yvette, he was just a teenage boy. He knew that his apology seemed to be more for Yvette’s sake than his own.

With a quiet nod, Jeremiah’s expression remained neutral, but his voice was calm and reassuring, “It’s fine. I’ve always been in poor health. It’s not your fault.”

Rodney blinked in surprise, his heart swelling with unexpected gratitude. He thought Jeremiah was going to pick on him, but he actually reassured him.

Rodney’s guilt grew stronger. Seeing how caring Jeremiah was made him realize that his feelings for Yvette should come to an end..He had no choice but to let go and wish them well.

Rodney seemed to come to a resolute decision. He looked up at eremiah and said, “Mr. Chavez, I won’t fight you for Yvette anymore, but if you ever mistreat her, I will fight you for her.

“You might be sick and weak, but I’m still stronger than you. You won’t be able to defeat me.”