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

Chapter 587- While talking, Jeremiah and Yvette cdown the stairs in casual matching outfits. The pair was a stunning sight, and everyone looked up to watch them cdown, finding the scen pleasing to the eye.

It wasn't until the couple sat down that everyone snapped out of. Such stunning beauty first thing in the morning-who could handle it? Yvette glanced over with her green eyes, her delicate and pretty features turning toward Chris sitting in the corner. She smirked. "What's up with him?" After Jeremiah sat down, he started pouring orange juice for Yvette and spreading jam on toast, ignoring everyone else. It was only when she spoke that he glanced at the others, including Chris, who was sitting in the corner. Jeremiah's voice was much gentler than usual. "What did he say?" he asked.

Frankie gulped and recounted what had just happened.

After listening to Frankie, Yvette lifted her gaze slightly, sipping her orange juice. She crossed her legs and lazily said, "He does deserve a timeout" Jeremiah nodded, his blue eyes deep. He said in a low voice, "Let him stay there a bit longer." Chris instantly felt deflated when he heard this, pressing his head against the wall. He had really gotten a timeout to reflect on his actions.

Frankie, Bruce, Emmett, and Sienna quietly lowered their heads. Everyone could see that Jeremiah and Yvette were singing the stune perfectly.

After breakfast, Bruce and Sienna went on a date while Emmett dragged Chris off for physical training. Jeremiah and Yvette, went upstairs, one to work and the other to play games, leaving Frankie alone in the living room to be the odd one out, Frankie lounged on the couch and sipped the freshly opened wine before spitting it out disdainfully. The taste of the wine) worth 30 thousand was nothing special. Usually, it was fine, but this time, it lacked richness.

Just as Frankie was sipping his wine, the doorbell suddenly rang. He froze momentarily and wondered, 'Who could be coming to the mansion at this hour? Everyone has a key Frankie quickly got up to open the door. When he opened it, he stood there in shock and mused, "Who is this strikingly handsman?" In front of the door, Demetrius sat in a wheelchair, wearing a thin white shirt. His long, pale neck was slightly exposed, and the smooth lines of his shirt emphasized his straight posture. His expression was cold, and there was a hint of aloofness in his eyes. Seeing Frankie standing there stunned, Demetrius spoke calmly. Hello, I'm Demetrius. I'm here to see Yvette Frankie snapped out of his daze and immediately gave Demetrius a sharp look. 'Looking for Ms. Zeller?' he thought.

Frankie didn't even need to think to know the man in the wheelchair was certainly another one of Jeremiah's love rivals. This one seemed tougher to deal with than any of the previous ones.

Even though the man was in a wheelchair, his presence was anything but ordinary. Frankie was immediately on high alert. When it cto Yvette's suitors and Jeremiah's love rivals, he knew he couldn't go easy.

In the next moment, Frankie grinned broadly. "Oh, are you Ms. Zeller's guest? Please cin. Do you need help with your wheelchair? 10:22 Fri, Dec 2/ Chapter 587 1 Demetrius, who certainly noticed Frankie's hostility, paused brily Inat kept his usual calm demeanor. "Thanks. I can handle it myself" After saying this, he pressed a red button on the left side of his wheelchair and wheeled into the living room. Frankie watched Demetrius' back as he went in, gave a little smirk, closed the door, and followed. Demetrius glanced at the living room briefly before looking aw Frankie said, "Just wait a moment. I'll get Ms. Zeller and Mr. Chavez from upstairs. I have no idea what they're so busy with all day. They're always so lovey-dovey together. It makes a single guy likeso envious." He continued, "I've already told them they should go to bed and wake up early, but they're always up late every night." As Frankie spoke, he observed Demetrius' expression carefully. Seeing no change, Frankie was somewhat impressed and wondered, 'Am I not making it clear enough? 'Mr. Chavez's love rival is calm! After hearing all that, he still is calm and composed. He's definitely a tough opponent.

Demetrius' hand hesitated slightly on the wheelchair. Then, he looked at Frankie, his eyes cold and emotionless. "Could you please ask Yvette to cdown?" Demetrius asked politely.

Frankie awkwardly realized his move didn't work. "Wait a moment. I'll go call Ms. Zeller and Mr. Chavez down," he said.

Frankie was halfway across the room when he turned back to Demetrius. Out of politeness, he asked, "Um, do you want something to drink?" -Demetrius politely replied, "No, thanks." Frankie nodded and quickly hurried upstairs to find Yvette and Jeremiah. On the second floor, Frankie gently knocked on the door. Jeremiah opened it. Frankie saw Yvette nestled on the couch, looking cozy under a blanket. She was resting her chin on her hand, playing on her phone, looking completely at ease.

Frankie cleared his throat and sofily said, "Mr. Chavez, there's a guy downstairs in the living room looking for Ms. Zeller.

Frankie lowered his voice when Yvette didn't move, thinking she didn't hear him. He continued, "The guy's in a wheelchair. but he seems pretty intimidating. Honestly, he's the coolest guy in a wheelchair I've ever seen." Yvette half-opened her eyes, her gaze deep and endless like a bottomless abyss. The corners of her lips curled into a faint. smile as light as mist. She slowly put her phone away.

Jeremiah's blue eyes paused momentarily before he turned expressionlessly to Yvette. Before bed yesterday, she had said. that a friend would visit today. It must be the guy in the wheelchair Frankie mentioned. Jeremiah turned to Yvette and said solemnly. "Your friend is here Should I go downstairs? If it's not convenient, I won't go." How could Mr. Chavez just tell Ms. Zeller that someone has arrived? Shouldn't he handle it privately with that Demetrius. guy?' Frankie thought when he heard Jeremiah's words.

Frankie wanted to give Jeremiah a standing ovation and thought Mr. Chavez is being pretentious again. This is the highest level of advancing by retreating-asking if it's convenient. How could Ms. Zeller possibly say it's not? While speaking. Yvette had already walked to the door. Her refined features were calm as she glanced at Jeremiah and slowly said. "It's rather inconvenient. I'll go down myself.

After that, she slowly walked downstairs, leaving Frankie completely confused. He exclaimed inwardly, 'Holy crap. Ms. Zetler is No being unpredictable. Shouldn't she go with Mr. Chavez to avoid suspicion?" Frankie turned back to see Jeremiah watching Yvette's retreating figure with a smile on his lips. He didn't look upset. 10:22 Fri, Dec 27 Chapter 387 'Mr. Chavez isn't angry What's going on?' Frankie, completely balled, wondered.

Downstairs, Demetrius sat quietly in his wheelchair, his fingers lightly resting on the armrests. The sunlight beamed through the glass, and just from his silhouette, one could feel his elegance and grace. When he heard Yvette's footsteps, he turned his wheelchair around. Their eyes met in mid-air. His furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his expression softened warmly. He said, "Yvette, I've missed you." 0 1 10:22 Fri, Dec 27