Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jeremiah noticed Aurora’s actions and lightly coughed, pressing a hand to his lips.

‘Is Mom jealous that I’m looking at Yvette?’ he wondered.

His expression turned serious, and his tone was stern. “Mom, she’s my girlfriend.”

Aurora stood protectively in front of Yvette, her voice bold and unyielding. “Yvette and I are closer. Let’s have a fight, and whoever wins gets to take her!”

Seeing that mother and son were about to start another battle over Yvette, Clifford felt a headache coming on.

As the head of the household, he had no choice but to bury his head in the newspaper again.

He couldn’t afford to provoke Jeremiah, and he definitely couldn’t afford to provoke his wife.

So, the best course of action in this situation was to let them sort it out themselves.

Over the years, Clifford had perfected the art of staying out of conflicts at home.

Yvette tilted her head, glancing at Aurora, who was brimming with arrogance.

Her deep gaze shifted slightly.

And she curled her fingers.

Her voice, as always, was cold and detached. “You can’t beat him. If you really want to fight him, I can help.”

Jeremiah was stunned.

Aurora, too, stared blankly at Yvette, who had seriously offered her assistance.

‘My goodness! How can there be such an adorable girl?’ Aurora thought.

Jeremiah looked at the two women, both eager for a fight, and was stunned for a moment.

He was more surprised by his mother’s behavior.

‘No mother would be this excited about beating up her own son, right? I guess I’m destined to lose to these two in this lifetime,’ he thought.

Jeremiah bit his lip. “Fine, I give up, Mom. You win.”

Clifford glanced at him sideways. ‘He should have given in sooner. I’ve been losing to Aurora for years, and he thinks he could win? It’s just like a few days ago,’ he thought.

By the time Yvette and Jeremiah returned to Skyland, it was already midnight.

Yvette went upstairs to shower first.

When she came back downstairs, Jeremiah had prepared beef pasta for her, along with freshly ordered lobster and a milkshake.

This had become her go-to midnight snack in recent days, and she never got tired of it.

Yvette curled up on the sofa, enjoying her meal.

Jeremiah didn’t have the habit of eating late-night snacks.

Sitting beside her, his slender fingers skillfully peeled the lobster and placed it on Yvette’s plate.

After a moment of silence, looking at Yvette, Jeremiah suddenly spoke. “I went to Argrol University in Seacrity as a librarian at Mr. Owens’ request, to find Siren.”

Yvette paused, lowering her milkshake cup.

She lifted her gaze, her eyes unreadable.

She let out a soft laugh, her pure eyes lazily fixed on Jeremiah. “Oh, so did you find her?”

Jeremiah calmly placed the last piece of lobster on Yvette’s plate. “I think I did, and I fell in love with her. What should I do?”

His tone was light and casual.

Yvette glanced at his strong profile, highlighted under the soft lighting, and felt her heart stir slightly.

Half-closing her eyes, she kept her calm. “That means you have good taste. Keep loving her.”

‘Who wouldn’t know how to say sweet things? I can too, she thought.

Jeremiah chuckled. ‘Is Yvette acknowledging that she’s Siren?’ he wondered.

He wasn’t quite sure how he felt, but maybe relief was the closest

He was relieved that, out of billions of people, he had met Yvette at just the right time.

At that moment, Jeremiah’s phone rang.

He answered, and the voice on the other end was grave. “Mr. Chavez, Kaiden and Robin have secretly arrived at an apartment in Betrico. Our men are currently monitoring them. These two didn’t come with the visiting Ybaulla delegation. They might be plotting something in secret. Should we take precautions in advance?”

Jeremiah’s expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold as he replied in a deep voice, “Understood. Proceed as planned.”

“Understood, Mr. Chavez,” the man on the line responded.

Jeremiah hung up the phone and glanced at Yvette, who was still enjoying her beef pasta.

“Take your time eating. Get to bed early tonight. I have some matters to attend to in the study,” he said gently.

Yvette looked up, giving a slight nod. “Okay, you go ahead and handle your business.”

She paused for a moment, studying his face.

She had overheard his conversation on the phone. ‘It seems some people really need to meet in person,’ she thought.

“When is the visiting Ybaulla delegation arriving?” Yvette asked.

Jeremiah was a bit surprised that she would inquire about such matters.

Without holding anything back, he replied, “They’ll arrive the day after tomorrow at eleven.”

Yvette nodded, acknowledging the information, and said nothing more.

She then continued eating her beef pasta.

As the night deepened, the sky was overcast, and the moon and stars were obscured. The wind howled outside, rustling the branches of the trees, leaving only one silhouette by the window

In the master bedroom, Yvette stood by the window, the lights in the room turned off.

In the darkness, the faint glow from her phone screen illuminated her face, showing a conversation with Charles.

The next day at ten o’clock, Andrew stepped out of the airport in Betrico, dressed in trendy brand-name clothes and wearing shoes that cost him two months’ salary.

He walked out with an air of confidence, feeling like the coolest guy in the world.

Back in Betrico, Andrew had transformed back into the second son of the Mitchell family, brimming with self-assurance.

During his time in Seacrity, Andrew had settled into a regular 9-to-5 job, and he felt he had grown from the experience.

He knew he would only be in Betrico for a few days before returning to Seacrity to continue his job as a librarian.

After all, this was his job, and he had to see it through.

He had committed to six months, and he wasn’t going to cut it short, even by a day.

The true reason behind this commitment was something only Andrew knew.

Acar sent by Samantha was already waiting at the airport entrance.

As Andrew stepped out, the Mitchell family’s driver approached him.

Noticing that Andrew had lost some weight, the driver thought, ‘Mr. Mitchell must have gone through quite a bit to look this thin. How unfortunate.’

“Mr. Mitchell, you’re finally back! Tim specifically rescheduled military affairs today, and he and Samantha are at home waiting for you to have dinner,” the driver said.

Andrew looked at the driver, puzzled. “Dad is here? He didn’t leave today?”

“No, Mr. Mitchell. They’re both at the Mitchell residence waiting for you,” the driver confirmed.

Andrew felt a bit taken aback.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

‘Dad has never waited for me to eat before. He is usually too busy. What’s going on today?’ he wondered.

Before he could ponder further, Andrew spotted a familiar figure walking out of the airport.

As he looked closer, he realized it was Yvette.

‘What a coincidence!’ he thought, surprised to see her there.

Just as he was about to approach her and say hello, he noticed a handsome man run up to Yvette as she exited the airport.

Andrew couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could see the excitement on the man’s face.

His feet froze in place as he watched Yvette chatting happily with the handsome guy.

In the next moment, he wished he could blind himself.

The attractive man even helped Yvette with her black bag, which she accepted without hesitation. This was definitely not normal.

Andrew bit his lip, feeling conflicted.

He continued peeping.

Andrew thought, ‘I can’t pretend I didn’t see this! Oh God, can I just disappear right now? No, that’s not an option… I can’t just ignore this when I’ve stumbled upon it. This guy dares to mess with Jeremiah’s girlfriend? He’s got a death wish! I have to teach him a lesson, or I’d be letting Jeremiah down.

Determined, Andrew rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward.

He had already made it halfway when, for some reason, he abruptly turned back and headed toward the car.

The driver, utterly bewildered, stared in confusion.

‘Has Mr. Mitchell been under too much stress in Seacrity for too long? Is he losing it?’ the driver wondered.

Andrew quickly pulled out his phone from his bag, turned it on, and urgently dialed Jeremiah.

He was anxious, afraid that the two might leave before he could do anything.

However, once the call connected, he found himself at a loss for words.

‘What if Jeremiah can’t handle the shock?’ Andrew thought, suddenly hesitant. ‘A pure, cold man crushed by his first crush’s betrayal, spiraling into depression… What if it gets even worse… What if he can’t take it and ends up…’

Andrew’s mind ran wild, imagining countless tragic scenarios of Jeremiah’s heartbreak.