Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jeremiah rubbed his check and glanced at Andrew, who was all excited. He thought, ‘If someone is beyond saving, just let it be He can’t go against fate.

Samantha leaned closer to Andrew and said, “Little brother, I wish you all the best. In another life, remember to choose a good family.” Now’s the time to show some real sibling affection.

Andrew snorted indifferently. Jealousy, he thought, ‘my sister is obviously jealous, but I am not going to fall for it!

“Yvette, I have quite a few wishes. Are you really going to help me fulfill them all?” Andrew had a flattering look on his face as he eagerly asked Yvette.

Samantha twitched the corner of her mouth as she looked at Andrew. The scene was just hard to watch, her brother was so dumb it left her speechless.

Charles must have felt something was wrong. He just sat there without even striving for anything. Actually, he had already noticed something was off with Yvette; her eyes shouldn’t have been that blank. Plus, the way Jeremiah and Samantha were acting was hard not to be suspicious.

Andrew turned his head and said to Charles, “Bro, I’ll take it this time, but next time it’s all yours.”

Charles sat on the bench and smiled, giving a look that suggested “do as you please.”

and was silent for a few Yvette looked at Andrew, who was smiling at her in a flattering manner. She lowered her gaze seconds. Then she looked up at him, thinking, ‘I knew this guy, so I couldn’t just take his life. How should I fight?‘ Yvette glanced at him with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Andrew noticed the clear disdain in Yvette’s eyes and quickly said, “Yvette, don’t worry. I have only three wishes, and I won’t make things difficult for you.” He was afraid she might regret it.

Yvette looked up. Her fingertips lightly rested on the sides of the couch, revealing a slender and toned wrist. She said slowly, “Oh, in that case, come over.”

just then, Jeremiah suddenly stood up, leaned over, and gently tucked Yvette’s short blonde hair behind her ear. His gaze lingered on her flawless face. With a small sigh, he spoke in an intoxicating and enticing voice, “Be good and remember to be gentle.”

Yvette lifted her dewy eyes, gazing at Jeremiah, who was inches away. She swallowed hard, thinking, ‘His face looks so tempting! What if it’s just too tempting?‘

Before anyone realized it, she gave Jeremiah a quick kiss on the cheek. As if it wasn’t satisfying enough, she gently nibbled on it, not exerting much force.

Jeremiah was taken aback. He looked at Yvette’s rosy, delicate face, feeling the gentle touch on his left cheek. His back stiffened slightly. His fingers tightened into a fist; no one knew what he was feeling at that moment.

The other three people in the gazebo immediately turned away, wondering, ‘Should we really be seeing this?‘ Charles, Samantha, and Andrew moved as if they had planned it.

This was Charles‘ first time seeing such a close moment between Yvette and Jeremiah, and he honestly couldn’t figure out his feelings. The god in his heart was pulled right off the pedestal by the man in front of him!

Samantha was just about to start clapping and cheering. It’s yet another day of being a fangirl for Yvette. She thought, ‘Who could handle this sudden moment?‘

Andrew was probably the calmest one of them all. After all, in Seacrity, he was always the big third wheel between them. He thought, ‘What haven’t I seen? Forget it…This was the first time I’ve ever seen something like that! You’re amazing, Yvette!‘

Yvette had no idea thather–tipsy, casual action left everyone in the room completely shocked. After Yvette kissed Jeremiah, she immediately pushed him aside with seamless ease.

Samantha, Andrew, and Charles, all had the same two words flashing through their minds, ‘Slag fernale! Isn’t this just hit- and–run flirting?”

Jeremiah looked at Yvette and chuckled dotingly. Yvette was born to keep him in line, and he had long accepted it.

Yvette politely asked Andrew, “Why haven’t you come over yet?Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Upon hearing this, Andrew happily scampered over, replying, “Coming.”

Observing Yvette’s clearly inebriated state, Charles pondered, ‘Yvette had two drinks and got wasted? This is practically unbelievable. Is the almighty Yvette really a lightweight? This can’t be true, right? It’s unbelievable!‘

Andrew confidently strutted over, waving sinugly at Samantha and Charles.

Jeremiah briskly walked over to Samantha and Charles and coldly said, “Let’s go inside.”

Momentarily surprised, Charles thought, ‘That petty man actually left Andrew alone with Yvette in a gazebo? Everything about this seems strange. He didn’t move and turned his gaze to Samantha.

Samantha didn’t want to stay here either. Every additional minute just increased the danger. She reached out and patted Charles, speaking earnestly, “Hurry up, if we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late, you know?”

Charles became even more suspicious seeing them talk like that. He glanced back at Yvette’s expressionless face and Andrew’s grinning one as they sat on the bench. Feeling resigned, he got up and followed them back inside.

The living room had a great view, and everything happening outside could be seen clearly. The soundproofing was excellent.

Charles stood by the window for a good half hour, not from a lack of desire to move, but because he couldn’t believe the intense scene unfolding before him. Yvette lifted Andrew as if he were a child and tossed him into the air, then playfully hung him on a tree branch. After lowering him down, she had him perform squats and push–ups, his form lacking precision. Without hesitation, Yvette fetched a vine from the yard and repeatedly struck Andrew’s palm with it. Midway through, when Andrew attempted to flee into the house, Yvette caught him by his collar just as he reached the door, pulled him back, and continued her scolding.

Charles pondered, ‘Why does this scene feel so familiar? It seems like I have experienced something similar before.

From inside the house, he could see Andrew’s expression shift from initial confusion to a painful grimace. The soundproofing was so good that he couldn’t hear Andrew yelling, but he could read his lips. It was clear that Andrew was calling for help. Andrew was now tied to a post, mouthing words. It seemed like he was reciting poetry.

Charles noticed Andrew looking repeatedly towards the house, his expression pleading for help. He looked quite pitiful.

Turning around to glance at Jeremiah and Samantha, who were drinking coffee in the living room, Charles felt unsettled, ‘Jeremiah was one thing, but Samantha was pretty ruthless. That was her own brother! If Yvette kept going like this, Andrew might not survive.”

Charles walked over and sat down on the sofa. He watched the two of them drink their coffee as if nothing were happening. He hesitantly spoke, “So, does Yvette always act like this when she’s had too much? I don’t think Andrew can hold out much longer.”

Samantha heard this and her expression remained unchanged as she glanced up slightly. She said calmly, “No worries, as long as he’s still breathing, it’s fine. Come on, have some coffee.”

Jeremiah looked up and glanced at the two people in the yard. Yvette’s posture was like that of a tiny bândit, so cute.

At that moment, Yvette was sitting cross–legged on a chair, fiddling with a small vine stick. Her chin was resting on her hand. She was swinging her little feet, making some random small talk with Andrew, possibly about geography judging by the movement of her lips.

Charles turned to Jeremiah, “Jeremiah, should we really not step in to help Andrew?”

Jeremiah’s blue eyes were in different, casually curving into a smile. “Yvette hasn’t had enough fun yet.”