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

Chapter 586 90% Jeremiah's eyes darkened as he watched Yvette leaning casually against the doorframe. Her loose-fitting clothes and carefree demeanor exuded a teasing air. A dangerous sinile played on his lips, and an intense flicker glinted in his eyes.

Yvette offered a sly smile of her own, starting to close the door, but Jeremiah's deep, gravelly voice stopped her. "So, you think you can just flirt and dash?" he teased.

Before she could react, Jeremiah reached out, pulling her into his arms. In a swift motion, he pressed her back against the doorframe. Yvette hesitated, her fingers twitching slightly.

Jeremiah noticed her moment of distraction, and his smile deepened. He leaned closer, his nose brushing lightly against her forehead. His hand grazed the sensitive skin behind her ear, his fingertips tingling from the warmth radiating from her. Their eyes met, and Yvette instinctively took a small step back. The subtle movement only seemed to fuel the intensity of Jeremiah's gaze.

Jeremiah looked at her. His ocean-blue eyes glittered with a mysterious light as he loomed closer. "Let's bathe together," he murmured, his voice rich and low.

Yvette's lashes fluttered, and her hair framed her face, its strands contrasting against her lightly tanned skin. Her wrists and ankles gleamed faintly, her slender waist so delicate it seemed breakable under his firm grip, Jeremiah's heart thudded at the sight. Yvette blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment, before the murmured. "Hold me. That was all the invitation Jeremiah needed.

Tightening his arms around her, he scooped her up effortlessly, is firm grip steady on her waist. As he carried her into the room, the door swung shut behind them with a thud.

Jeremiah's chiseled abs tapered seamlessly down to his narrow waist, his lean silhouette exuding a sculptural perfection. Every line of his physique was sharply defined, a delicate balance of strength and grace, as if he were a sculpture.

Through the swirling steam, their entwined figures becghostly outlines, their shadows dancing faintly across the frosted glass. Yvette's senses seemed to sharpen with every passing second.

Jeremiah's damp hair clung haphazardly to his forehead, adding a wild, untamed charm to his already striking appearance as his chest heaved with passionate intensity.

Looking down, Jeremiah took in the sight of the alluring woman beneath him. Yvette's flushed ears and rosy neck. shimmered faintly under the soft bathroom light. Her collarbones, delicate and pronounced, stirred something deep within, Jeremiah, sending shivers down his spine.

At midnight, Jeremiah carefully lifted Yvette out of the tub. He rapped her in a towel, his touch gentle as he dried her off. Though his desires tugged at him, he restrained himself, knowing too well that pushing further might upset her.

Jeremiair's half-naked frwas illuminated by the dim light.owel wrapped loosely around his wrist, he towered over her as he carried her to the bed.

Yvette wirred, her eyes fluttering open, glinting faintly in the med glow. Her silky brown hair cascaded down her beck, and her lips parted slightly as she whispered. "Enough. I want to slee jeremaiah chuckled, leasing down to brush stray strand of hair chlad hec eur "Are you sure you don't want to ny benig mischun dit sap her gaze Her long shapes legs were BDC 4ht so captivating it would be newly rely concesfed by the oversized white shite that loose Wile for any man to los 10:21 Fri, Dec 27 Chapter 586 IG - 90% Seeing his confident demeanor, Yvette curled her lips into a sly smile. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Okay." Before Jeremiah could react, Yvette shifted their positions with surprising agility, straddling his thighs. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silvery glow on their entangled forms..

By the tthe clock struck four in the morning, the two had taken another shower and finally settled into bed. Jeremiah pulled Yvette close, his hand gently stroking her damp hair. "Go to sleep." he murmured, his voice tender. Yvette gave a soft hum of agreement, her eyes closing as she mumbled, "Someone's coming tomorrow." Jeremiah's hand paused for a moment. "Got it" The next morning, Emmett and the others sat at the dining table, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the exchanged subtle glances, each silently wondering why the couple hadn't cdown yet. e staircase. They Sienna spread strawberry jam on her bread and questioned, "What's up with Yvette and Mr. Chavez? According to her schedule, she should've been back from her workout by now. Something feels off. Bruce handed her the milk carton, patting her head affectionately. There's gossip." The other three rolled their eyes in unison. Frankie, sipping his coffee, frowned in annoyance. "Seriously, Mr. Chavez and Yvette aren't even here. Can you two stop being so lovey-dovey? Have smercy on us single people, would you?* Chris, usually quiet, surprised everyone when he suddenly spoke "I wish I could just break the two of you up," he declared flatly, his tone completely serious.

Every head at the table swiveled toward him, shock etched on their faces. Frankie nearly choked on his coffee. 'Leave it to Chris to say something Bruce might kill him for, he thought.

Even Emmett blinked in surprise, musing. Who knew Chris had this in him?" Bruce turned his calm gaze toward Chris, but the unspoken tension in his look was unmistakable. Apart from Jeremiah, Bruce was the toughest among them.

Chris gave a nervous cough, scratching his nose. "My bad. I'll go reflect on my mistakes now, he muttered, setting his coffee down and retreating to a corner.

The others weren't fazed, but for Sienna, it was a revelation. "I never knew Chris had such a funny side, she remarked, watching him crouched in the corner like a scolded child.

Frankie burst into laughter, tearing into his sandwich. "This? The is nothing. Back when we were training under Mr. Chavez, Chris and I would eavesdrop whenever we got the chance, We'd ferch by the door like a couple of gargoyles, he reminisced, Hearing this, Sienna turned to Bruce, who nodded in agreement while peeling an egg. "Mr. Chavez didn't believe in corporal punishment, so we cup with our own rules. If someone didn't finish their missions, they had to squat in the cornes punishment four times A. onth Frukte was there every day. He's

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