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Chapter 242
Jeremiah leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Yvette’s eyes. He studied her clear, unspoken depths, his body stiffening slightly. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, fingers grazing the back of her hand, the pads of his fingers gently massaging her palm.
His blue eyes were deep, a soft tension running through him. His jaw tightened, and without realizing, his throat worked in an effort to swallow.
Suddenly, he felt parched.
“Want a bite?” he asked, his voice warm.
Yvette paused her hand, meeting his earnest expression. She pinched his chin lightly. Her delicate collarbone gleamed in the soft light, pale and cool, yet impossibly alluring. She leaned in a little closer, her voice laced with teasing.
“Want me to take a bite?” she asked, her voice dripping with a hint of mischief.
Jeremiah’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes gleaming with playful intent. She always managed to surprise him, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it.
Without giving her time to react, he stepped forward, cupping the back of her head gently, pulling her closer, and kissing her—his lips brushing hers before he softly nipped her lower lip.
Yvette’s eyes narrowed slightly, her brows knitting together as she licked her lips slowly, a move that made Jeremiah’s heart race.
“Pretty sweet,” she said softly.
Her words stirred something deep within him, and he squeezed her waist, his eyes darkening.
Yvette looked up at him, her lashes fluttering lightly, as she murmured, “Mint-flavored.”
Jeremiah chuckled, drawing out his words as he nodded, completely embracing the playfulness of the moment.
“How’s the technique?” he asked with a wink.
Yvette pulled her hairband out of Jeremiah’s hand and tugged him forward before he could sit back down. She cupped his chin, her palm resting lightly against his chest, before leaning in to kiss him, making him freeze.
Minutes passed before Yvette stood, her expression unreadable. She walked to Jeremiah’s car and spoke lowly, her breath causing a shiver down his spine.
“Jeremiah, don’t act so bold. Your skills aren’t great. You should practice more.”
Jeremiah blinked in surprise. “Not great?”
Yvette raised an eyebrow, her lips curling in a playful, alluring smile as she let out a quiet hum. Her gaze met his, and her words hung in the air like a challenge.
Jeremiah’s eyes glinted with mischief. He pointed to a spot just below her gaze, his lips curling into a slight, knowing smile.
Yvette’s eyes followed his gesture before flicking back to his face. She licked her lips, and in that moment, something deeper passed between them.
“What’s that got to do with me?” she said nonchalantly.
Jeremiah wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, resting his chin atop her head. His fingers gently twirled her hair as he asked softly, “Do you like boys or girls?”
Yvette fell silent for a beat, her arm resting across his leg as she looked up at him, her eyes soft and thoughtful. Finally, she answered, “Don’t like either.”
Jeremiah’s fingers paused, his eyes flicking down to meet hers. After a moment of silence, he spoke quietly, “If you don’t like it, we don’t have to have any.”
Her heart fluttered, and she tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on him. “No regrets?”
Jeremiah ruffled her hair affectionately. “No regrets at all. Whatever you decide, we’ll do.”
She shifted slightly, her casual demeanor gone, replaced with a cool, deliberate calm as she looked at him with a knowing expression. “Are you going down?”
Jeremiah blinked, unsure how to respond.
The next morning, as always, Jeremiah prepared breakfast—a quiche, orange juice, and freshly baked bread. He spoiled her with a variety of treats, but he couldn’t help but worry. No matter how much Yvette ate, she never seemed to gain weight, her waist remaining as slim as ever. It was a little unsettling.
In the car, Jeremiah drove, glancing over at Yvette. She lounged lazily in the passenger seat, eyes downcast as she fiddled with her phone, her face displaying a hint of listlessness.
“What’s wrong?” Jeremiah asked, his voice deep with concern. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
Yvette looked at him, her blue eyes growing deeper. “Aren’t you just asking knowingly?” she replied, her tone slightly teasing.
Jeremiah cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to shift the conversation. “How about some steak?”
Yvette clicked her tongue, slowly tucking her phone away. A smirk tugged at her lips. “You switch topics pretty fast.”
Jeremiah grinned, “I didn’t hear anything.”
11:00 AM, Wednesday.
Jeremiah and Yvette’s flight landed on time in Betrico. As they exited the airport, they saw Emmett standing by a sleek, black business car.
Luxury cars were common in Betrico, but Emmett’s presence made the crowd pause. His car’s license plate, starting with ‘Betrico’ followed by five zeros, was a well-known symbol of power and status.
Emmett stood tall, expressionless, his posture stiff as he met their gaze. His face softened slightly as he approached.
“Mr. Chavez, Yvette,” he greeted, his voice neutral.
Jeremiah wore a black casual outfit, effortlessly polished, exuding a calm but commanding presence. Yvette, in a simple white T-shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap hiding half her face, looked effortlessly chic. Her long, sun-kissed legs were impossible to ignore.
Standing side by side, their aura was undeniable. Even with just the hint of Yvette’s face visible, her presence was commanding.
Jeremiah nodded. “Let’s head back to Skyland first.”
Skyland, a villa Jeremiah had bought at eighteen, was located in the heart of Betrico. The property’s worth had increased tenfold over the years, making it invaluable.
Once inside the car, Emmett pressed a button, and sleek covers rose on both sides of the vehicle, ensuring privacy. From the inside, the view was clear, but outside, no one could see in.
As Emmett glanced at the couple in the backseat, he noticed Yvette’s slightly swollen lips. His mind briefly wondered if she’d been bitten by a mosquito, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
Emmett spoke up. “Mr. Chavez, the deputy commander at the base mentioned there was an urgent matter that you needed to address. Should I drop Yvette at Skyland while you handle the military matters first?”
Jeremiah wrapped his arm around Yvette, who was engrossed in her phone, pulling her closer. His voice was calm. “No need. Let’s head to Skyland first.”
Emmett sighed inwardly, finally understanding the intensity of the connection between them.
When they arrived at Skyland, Yvette stood at the entrance, eyes slightly closed, her expression neutral as she gazed at the villa. She was struck by how grand it was, though Jeremiah’s casual comment about it being “just a place for us to stay” made her smirk inwardly.
Jeremiah, his voice low, said, “Let’s go. We’ll be staying here for the next few days.”
Yvette nodded, her gaze softening just a fraction. “Mm-hmm.”
Little did she know, the villa had already been transferred into her name. Skyland was now hers.
