James suddenly recalled something Simon had mentioned.


    Yvette’s rtionship with her father didn’t seem very good, and her mother had passed away.


    James thought. In that case, I have to support her. Oh right, saving up for her wedding. When she marries into the Chavez family, I must give her many gifts. All these years of private savings are finallying to use. No one can talk behind


    Yvette’s back.”


    Thinking of Jeremiah, James nced at Michael and felt bitterness. It would be so much better if Michael didn’t have autism


    Meanwhile, Emmett was driving while asionally ncing at Yvette through the rearview mirror.


    He wondered, ‘How did Mr. Owens be Yvette’s grandpa? What’s going on?‘ He was so curious.


    Yvette sat in the back seat with her eyes closed, appearing to be asleep.


    When Emmett looked back for the fourth time, Yvette suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes and said in a calm voice, “If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”


    Emmen paused and cautiously asked, “Yvette, how did Mr. Owens be your grandpa?”


    Yvette looked at Emmett, squinted her eyes, and showed no expression. Just by chance.”


    Emmett figured she didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t ask further, thinking, “Yvette’s good at joking. Who can be so lucky to have a grandpa like James just by chance? It’s like winning the lottery!”


    After dropping Yvette off at Sknd, Emmett left. He still had matters to attend to at the military base.


    At midnight, after her shower, Yvette pushed open the bathroom door and came out wearing a loose shirt. Her long, slender legs were as fair as snow. She slightly curled her lips, her cold eyes softening. With lightning speed, she kicked open the door in the middle of the room. The “hidden door Jeremiah had meticulously constructed was opened just like that.


    A shadow shed out from behind the door. Under the bright lights, Jeremiah, dressed in his military uniform, stepped out His high nose, thin lips, and thick eyebrows were revealed. He had a handsome side profile and a perfect facial outline.


    Yvette fixed her gaze on his eyes and grunted softly, looking casual and cold. In just a few strides, she rushed right towards Jeremiah. Her fist flew straight at Jeremiah ruthlessly in no time.


    Jeremiah easily dodged


    ith a touch of affection in his eyes, though a bit frustrated


    Yvette’s punch definitely held some anger. Jeremiah didn’t know when this door was discovered. He only backed away without fighting back.


    Half an hourter, Jeremiah swept Yvette into his arms, and Yvette seized the chance to pin him to the bed.


    She looked down at him. Her gaze swept over every inch of him like a queen inspecting her territory. As her eyes moved, Jeremiah’s breathing grew heavier.


    Yvette noticed this. Her eyes were deep. Her clothes had been ruled in the fight earlier. A bright light glimmered at her corbones. She was a blend of seductiveness and innocence. She was captivating yetpletely unaware of it..


    Jeremiah was beneath her, staring into her eyes and holding back the desire churning inside him. “You want to be on top?”


    Hearing this, Yveue rolled off him, and Jeremiah casually pulled her back onto his chest. In a sh, their positions shifted. They stood face to face.


    Yvette’s legs were wrapped around Jeremiah’s strong waist. They held each other’s gaze intensely, neither willing to give in,


    In the end, it was Jeremiah who conceded, gently pinching her earlobe. Ile grited his teeth slightly. “Don’t tempt me anymore, or I might not wait until the wedding


    Yvette raised an eyebrow with a slight, alluring, yet cool smile. She gently pinched his fingers with one hand. “Exin the door to me,” she demanded.


    Jeremiah paused, pressed his lips, and said calmly, “I just wanted to be nearer to you.”


    After he said this, Yvette was amazed to see that half of Jeremiahs cars had instantly turned red. This was a rather intriguing discovery. She thought, ‘So this man is actually shy?”


    Yvette poked his ear. Jeremiah’s body tensed up. With a slightly dazed look, he quickly released Yvette’s waist. He took two steps back. Yvette couldn’t help but burst intoughter.


    Jeremiah’s voice was deep, and he seemed a bit unsettled, his chest heaving slightly. “Tll go make you food,” he said, his voice slightly shaky.


    He turned, pushed open the door, and left, looking like he was making a hasty exit. A soft snort from Yvette sounded from behind him.


    Jeremiah quickened his pace as he went downstairs. Once he was in the kitchen, he finally calmed down a bit and lowered his head. He sighed, feeling his resistance to Yvette’s charm was weakening


    Half an hourter, Jeremiah prepared some simple beef pasta. The te was filled with beef and just a little bit of pasta. This was authentic beef pasta,pletely different from what was sold at the supermarket.


    Yvette came downstairs. She sat on the custom–made dining chair that Jeremiah had bought for her. It was big and soft enough. She could snuggle up in it.


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    Jeremiah changed into his loungewear. Their outfits were almost matching. Anyone could tell they were wearing couple


    outfits.


    Jeremiah casually sat down on the chair next to Yvette. The chair was made of wood, nothing special.


    Jeremiah gently peeled an orange for Yvette and asked quietly, “Did you meet with James today?”


    Yvette nodded nonchntly, not trying to hide anything. “Yeah


    Jeremiah handed her the peeled orange and said softly, “Did you get a new grandpa by chance?”


    Yvette bit into the orange. It was a little sour, not her favorite taste. Raising her eyebrows, she lookedposed. “Yeah, he’s kind of like your grandpa, always putting on an act.”


    Jeremiah’s hand paused for a moment as he peeled the orange. He turned his head slightly to look at Yvette. “These two old men grew up together, alwayspeting with each other. Even now, they bicker like kids. They worked hard for Clusia when they were young, and now, each time they meet, they start squabbling. Just like two kids.”


    Yvette put down her fork, took a sip of water, and crossed her legs. She said with a rxed look, “He’s quite an interesting old man. Do you know Michael?”


    Jeremiah’s eyes darkened. “Michael was a genius when he was young, but then a car ident ruined him. Once at a party. someone pushed him into a river. James banished the person from Betrico. After that, James kept him protected and hardly let him meet anyone.


    Yvette tilted her head slightly, her eyes drooped. Her voice was soft and slow. There’s a possibility his autism will be treated, but it’s risky. The sess rate is only 60 percent. If it doesn’t work, his autism may be worse?


    Jeremiah’s bright eyes were locked on Yvette for quite a while. He nodded. “Does James know about this?”


    Yvette shook her head. “No. 60 percent is too low.”


    Jeremiah chuckled softly, thinking, ‘Come on. 60 percent is too low? We’re they can cure it. Yvette is quite good at showing off, isn’t she?‘


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