Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Chapter 686

Bruno waved at Emmett and the others and was about to step of the stage when Yvette's calm voice rang out, "Did I say you could leave?" He immediately stopped and turned awkwardly with a sheepish smile. Frankie had a smug look on his face, finding the situation amusing. He thought, "There goes Bruno's hope of escaping.

Yvette raised her brows and let out a soft chuckle tinged with nonchalance and a mix of roguish and daring charm. She fixed her eyes on Bruno. "You should dance to the song."

Bruno's face instantly fell, but he forced a bright smile and nodded resolutely. "Alright, Yvette. I'll definitely give it my best."

Emmett and his friends could picture the ordeal Bruno had to endure four years ago. After all, Yvette had now pressured a pirate chief into becoming a dancer.

Yvette withdrew her gaze from Bruno, and then slowly walked down the stage. She sat quietly next to Jeremiah and lazily directed her gaze back to the stage.

Jeremiah placed the orange juice he had ordered earlier near Yvette's lips, and she took a brief look at him before drinking it Jeremiah smiled and asked in a low voice. "Why didn't you ask me to dance as well?" Wette tilted her head as she tugged on Jeremiah's collar. She whispered, "Shh, you're handsome. You don't need to."

Jeremiah smelled the faint scent of alcohol mixed with Yvette's subtle milky fragrance, and his Adam's apple bobbed. He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and asked casually, "Who's the handsome man in your eyes?" Yvette arched an eyebrow, grinned, and patted her chest. She remarked nonchalantly, Tm the super handsome one. Better keep it low-key, okay?"

Jeremiah couldn't help but laugh. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked at her. "No need to be low-key"

Yvette reached out and patted Jeremiah's shoulder. In a slightly husky voice, she said, "Be good. Listen to the music. With that, she focused her attention back on the quad on the stage. Jeremiah sighed softly. Well, at this moment, his charisma was no match for the four men on stage.

On stage, Emmett, Frankie, and Chris managed to talk themselves into performing. They had already danced the "Four Little Swans," so singing "Auld Lang Syne couldn't possibly be worse. Steeling themselves, they picked up the microphones.

The applause was thunderous. Emmett began the first line with a serious expression. "Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?"

Chris was next. "Should old acquaintance be forgot, in the days of auld lang syne?"

Frankie continued, "For auld lang syne, my dear."

In the back, Bruno could only jump around wildly, turning the entire stage into a chaotic mess. It was a sight the rest found. unbearable.

Each time they sang a line, they sighed, then moved the microphone away quickly. They hadn't expected their performance to be so well-received. The applause never stopped from the moment they started. Finally, the three of them finished singing "Auld Lang Syne." Bruno was sweating profusely from dancing; while Emmett, Frankie, and Chris swore to never listen to this song again on New Year's Eve. Below the stage, Yvette's face was propped up and her were legs stretched out, dozing off in such a rustic setting, Jeremiah

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scooped her up into his emigace, gazing at the quiet and obedieit woman before walking briskly out of the bar.

Seeing this. Emmett and the rest quickly followed suit. They wolered how boring their performance must have been for Yvette to fall asleep while watching it.

As Frankie reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and spoke to Chris. He went back to the couch where he had been sitting, picked up a small basket full of money from the table, and left. Only the people in the bar, who were still savoring the performance, remained.

When Frankie got in the car with the small basket, Chris and the others couldn't help but grimace when they saw the change. They thought, 'Seriously? He won't even pass up that money

Seeing the disdainful looks on Chris and his friends' faces, France protested, "Hey, this is our hard-earned money. It'll be a waste if I don't take it."

The two looked at Frankie, their expressions difficult to describe It was true. This money was truly earned with great hardship.

Jeremiah gently placed the sleeping Yvette on the bed inside a room in the mansion. He was about to unbutton her shirt when her eyes snapped open, looking a bit dazed. She grabbed Jeremiah's wrist and slowly focused on him. Jeremiah knew it was just her reflexes, as she had not even sobered up yet

Yvette's eyelashes fluttered. She said blankly, "You little thief, are you trying to mess with a fairy like me?"

Jeremiah resignedly let Yvette hold his wrist, raising his eyes to look into her eyes without a trace of distraction. He gently reassured her, "Oh, my dearest fairy, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

Yvette scrutinized him for a while before slowly letting go of his hand. Then, she lay downL

She gazed at the crystal chandelier above, buttoned her clothes back up, and closed her eyes. Then, she straightened her legs and crossed her hands over her belly.

The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, pulled the blanket over herself, and muttered, "I can't catch a cold. She fell asleep afterwards, and her breathing steadied.

Jeremiah stood by the bed, watching Yvette. After a few minutes, he walked into the bathroom. I'm a fool if I ever let her drink again, he thought.

Bruno, who was sore all over, was the first to wake up the next morning

Once he finished his tasks, he made his way to the villa where Yvette and the others were staying, bringing along a hearty breakfast that he arranged.

He had just directed the servants to lay out the breakfast when Emmett, Frankie, and Chris came down one by one from the second floor. Their faces were visibly worse for wear, showing no vitality.

Bruno asked, "What's wrong with you guys? Didn't you get any sleep last night?"

Emmett sat down in the dining room, his face expressionless. He took a sip of coffee and finally felt a bit more awake. "When I closed my eyes yesterday, all that came to mind was "The Four Swans." Frankie slumped weakly over the table and looked up, his dark circles even more pronounced. "I'm holding up, but every time I close my eyes, it feels like someone's singing Auld Lang Syne' next to me." Bruno stroked his beard. "That's funny. I didn't sleep at all either. I kept feeling like Yvette was watching me from my bedside and urging me to get up and dance.

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The three paused briefly after speaking then turned to Chris, who was picking up a sandwich.

Chris took a bite of his food. "Don't look at me. I didn't have a nightmare. I just couldn't sleep."

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The four exchanged glances. Thinking about their performance in the bar last night gave them goosebumps immediately. Remembering how they acted, just looking at each other made them feel sick to their stomachs. The four of them ate breakfast in heavy silence. When they were almost done, Yvette and Jeremiah came downstairs dressed in matching black and white outfits.

Yvette, Mr. Chavez." "Yvette." "Mr. Chavez," they greeted.

Yvette sat down at the table, gave a small nod after looking at the four's faces, then picked up a sandwich to eat.

Jeremiah poured orange juice, pushed it towards Yvette, then spread strawberry jam on a slice of bread and placed it in front of her.