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Chapter_239
It was Yvette’s first day back at school after her break. Just as class was about to end, Tobias assigned her a hefty load of basic homework.
As Yvette stepped out of the school, she spotted Jeremiah’s black Jeep pulling up to the school gate. No matter where she went, no matter how many people were around, Yvette always managed to be the center of attention—impossible to ignore.
She stole a quick glance at Jeremiah’s car and walked straight toward it, opening the door and sliding in.
Jeremiah leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, his tone casual. “I got you the wings you wanted, and a milkshake from the place near the gate. Oh, and some lobster too. Is there anything else you’re craving?”
Yvette raised her gaze, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Her delicate eyebrows arched in amusement, and her eyes, slightly lifted, sparkled with a touch of playful defiance. “Are you fattening me up?”
Jeremiah locked eyes with her—his gaze drawn to the sharp clarity of her blue eyes, which always held a cool composure. Yet, there was something about it that irresistibly pulled him in, leaving him inexplicably captivated.
He cracked a subtle smile, his voice taking on a more alluring tone. “No, I’m just taking care of my future wife.”
Yvette hesitated for a moment. Her eyes dropped to his prominent Adam’s apple, lingering there before she quickly averted her gaze. She fell silent, her thoughts a mix of amusement and resignation. When a man wants to be charming, no woman stands a chance.
Jeremiah noticed her silence and felt a flicker of doubt. Did I mess up? he wondered. Andrew said this line would work like magic. Usually, when a girl hears this, she playfully hits her boyfriend and acts all cute. But Yvette… nothing. He sighed internally. Andrew’s pick-up lines are useless. Never listening to him again.
Jeremiah started the car again, maintaining his composed expression, though his thoughts were still occupied with the failed attempt.
Back at the villa, Jeremiah went to the kitchen to prepare dinner while Yvette went upstairs to shower. When she came back downstairs, the table was already set with fried chicken wings, lobster, and milkshakes.
Jeremiah had changed into casual home clothes, his normally sharp appearance softened, giving him a more relaxed vibe. He stood by the window, talking on the phone. His tall silhouette stood out, sharp yet graceful.
Yvette’s footsteps echoed down the stairs, and as soon as Jeremiah heard them, he turned. His gaze fell on her—she was dressed in an oversized white shirt, the sleeves rolled up casually, paired with baggy shorts. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, but the outfit somehow suited her effortlessly.
Noticing her bare feet, Jeremiah walked over to the entrance, grabbed a pair of slippers, and went to her while still on the phone.
Without missing a beat, he gently took her foot and slipped the slippers on. “Always wear slippers when you’re walking around. It’s not good for girls to be barefoot; the floor is too cold.”
On the other end of the phone, Jeremiah’s mom suddenly interrupted with a loud, excited voice. Her shrill tone made Yvette almost smile.
“Oh my gosh, Jeremiah! Have you and that little girl already moved in together? I can’t believe it! You’re living with Yvette, just like your old mom used to live with your father. If I hadn’t been so assertive, your dad would still be shy, but now look at you! You’re amazing! When are you coming back to Betrico? Bring Yvette home for dinner, we need to meet her!”
Jeremiah quickly held the phone away from his ear, the noise from the other end deafening.
“Mom,” he started to speak, but his mom continued without a pause.
“Mom? What mom? Listen, son, you need to bring her home sooner rather than later. I trust your judgment, so once you bring her home, it’s settled. But if she stays around too long, she might get fed up with your cold, boring personality and leave. To stop that from happening, we’ll use the family angle. Bring her home, and I’ll treat her so well that she won’t want to leave. And by the way, I heard from your grandpa that she’s quite young. What does she like? Houses? Cars? Jewelry? Antiques? Forget it, I’ll just prepare everything. I’ll give her my estate in Mysonna, it’s worth over a billion dollars. No, wait… I’ll throw in some of my jewelry collection too, and that should do the trick. Oh, and what about the wedding house? I’ll need to start designing the nursery too—does she prefer boys or girls? I hope it’s girls. I can’t imagine a moody kid like you, always walking around with a serious face.”
Yvette had slipped one hand into her pocket, listening to the entire conversation with amusement. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly, then made a playful gesture to Jeremiah, who was still standing by her side, holding the phone.
Without waiting for him to react, she walked past him and casually sat down at the dining table. Crossing her legs, she propped her chin up with her hand, her gaze fixed directly on Jeremiah.
Jeremiah was still holding the phone, his expression composed as he calmly said, “Mom, I heard everything you just said.”
On the other end, there was a brief pause, followed by a deep, almost mechanical breath. Then, his mom’s voice returned, now sounding much more strained. “Hello? The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later…”
The call abruptly disconnected, leaving Jeremiah momentarily stunned by his mother’s antics. He hadn’t expected her to do something so outlandish.
Yvette, however, had heard every word clearly and now wore an amused smirk. She tossed her hair, took a sip of her banana milkshake, and with a faint smile, said, “Auntie is way more interesting than you.”
Jeremiah, trying to brush off the strange situation, walked over and sat beside her at the table. He slipped on a pair of gloves, then began peeling the lobster for her, his movements slow and deliberate. Even his hands, with their long, distinct fingers, looked almost too elegant for such a task. In no time, he placed the perfectly peeled lobster on her plate.
With a thoughtful look in his eyes, Jeremiah asked, “Do you want to meet my family?”
Yvette, still munching on shrimp, took a quick glance at her phone. She was replying to a text from Charles: [Book a flight to Seacrity.] She had left in a hurry without informing Charles, who was still hiding from Braydon’s pursuit in Mysonna.
Hearing Jeremiah’s question, Yvette looked up, casually meeting his gaze. She replied nonchalantly, “Sure, I have to go to Betrico the day after tomorrow to take care of some things.”
The invitation from James was set for five days later. Yvette planned to meet someone before then, but there was plenty of time to visit the Chavez family.
Jeremiah hadn’t expected her to agree so easily. He’d asked more out of curiosity than anything else, and it didn’t matter to him if she didn’t want to go. But her unexpected yes made him smile.
With a pleased grin, he said, “Okay, I’ll set everything up. We can head back together. My parents and grandpa will be there, but don’t worry—no distant relatives. It’ll just be a simple meal. No need to stress.”
Yvette raised an eyebrow, leaning back lazily in her chair. She put her phone away and crossed her arms, her lips curling into a smile. “Jeremiah, you’re really growing on me. What am I supposed to do about that?”
