Masked In Nobility Secrets Of Mrs.Chavez201-300

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Chapter 241

Two big shots were in love, and sometimes, the gifts they gave on a whim could really irritate someone.

Emmett recalled how, just yesterday, Aurora had asked him what Yvette liked. He’d felt helpless. Aurora was even more extravagant than expected. She’d given a lot of things—everything from jewelry to companies under her control, and even a rose manor. Unbelievably, she had even considered gifting Yvette a private island in the Pacific.

And these, in her eyes, were just small, casual gifts.

Skyland had been prepared in advance. Aside from keeping some traditional Clusian elements, every piece of décor had been carefully selected with Yvette’s taste in mind. You could really see the effort she’d put into it.

Yvette’s room had a minimalist neutral style, primarily in black, white, and gray. Jeremiah didn’t spend much time in Betrico due to his missions, and his visits were brief. So, Aurora had decorated Skyland in her favorite traditional Clusian style.

A while ago, Jeremiah had asked Emmett to start remodeling. Now, Skyland had been transformed with all high-tech gadgets.

Yvette wandered around, getting a general idea of the villa. Jeremiah’s room was still next to hers, just like always. The most intriguing feature was the “sliding door within a door.”

The Chavez family’s old manor had been a true military compound, complete with its own private entrance.

Aurora, now fifty-three, still carried traces of her youthful beauty. Even today, she looked as young as a girl. She had Jeremiah in her twenties, and after recovering from childbirth, she took over her family’s business and dove into the competitive world of commerce.

With the Chavez family’s open-mindedness and Clifford Chavez’s doting love, Aurora had lived a fairy-tale life. She had understanding in-laws, a loving husband, and a talented son—everyone in Betrico envied Mrs. Chavez’s fortunate life.

People often wondered what good deeds she had done in the past to earn such a life.

It wasn’t until last year that Aurora began to retire, focusing more on her family. She stopped attending important events and only appeared at the company for essential matters.

Jeremiah’s father, Clifford, worked as a director in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and was set to retire next year. During their vacations, they’d travel the world to enjoy different cuisines.

Aurora already knew Jeremiah and Yvette’s flight schedule, so early that morning, she was restless, pacing around the living room and constantly glancing at the door. Clifford, sipping his orange juice and setting down the newspaper, adjusted his glasses. He exuded sophistication, but the sharpness he displayed on TV was gone when he looked at his wife. He softened completely.

He coughed lightly, feeling a bit jealous that Aurora wasn’t paying attention to him.

“I’ve already lost my status even before my daughter-in-law arrives,” he thought. “Even breakfast isn’t my favorite quiche and milk anymore. The table is filled with all of Jeremiah’s favorite foods.”

His gaze fell on the large lobster on the table. “Who even eats lobster this early in the morning? All because Jeremiah mentioned his girlfriend loved it. Is it really necessary?”

“I’m allergic to seafood!” he grumbled silently.

People often say that once a young guy gets married, he forgets his mother. But in his case, it was more like he was forgotten the moment a daughter-in-law came into the picture. He had no voice to complain.

As he sat there, Clifford mused about how, in his youth, he had been treated like a treasure. He was wooed and coaxed into bed, but once he married, the responsibility disappeared. “If I hadn’t caught her at the airport back then, she might have wandered off with Jeremiah still in her belly,” he thought.

Clifford coughed a few more times, drawing the attention of the nearby servants. They could tell he was just seeking attention, and a few maids exchanged glances, trying their best not to laugh.

The Chavez family’s longtime staff were used to Clifford and Aurora’s interactions. For decades, they had bickered like this, and every time, Clifford was the one trying to find ways to cheer up Aurora.

Clifford often ended up sleeping in the study for a few days each month. If more than three days passed without Aurora speaking to him, he might be seen pitifully knocking on her door at midnight with a blanket.

Cara, who had been with Aurora since her childhood, caught Clifford’s pleading glance and sighed.

At that moment, Aurora was only focused on her future daughter-in-law, who she hadn’t met yet. She wasn’t concerned with Clifford’s antics.

Jeremiah, already thirty, had spent so many years in the army. Aurora had almost accepted the idea that he might remain a bachelor for life. But once she heard that he had a girlfriend, she flew back from overseas and hadn’t left since, eagerly awaiting the girl’s arrival for a casual meal.

Cara approached Aurora respectfully and said, “Madam, Mr. Chavez hasn’t eaten much today.”

Aurora turned, displaying a figure that defied her age. She stared at Clifford, who was pretending not to care.

She cleared her throat. “Are you going to eat or not? If not, hurry up and go upstairs to change. What if Jeremiah brings his girlfriend over, and you look too casual?”

Clifford was in a difficult spot, unsure whether to continue eating his churro or go upstairs to change. Annoyed, he set the churro down and glanced at Aurora, who was dressed impeccably in a lavender dress and emerald necklace. She looked absolutely exquisite.

With a frown, he spoke in a serious but slightly jealous tone, “Isn’t that a bit too formal? You’re just meeting Jeremiah’s girlfriend. There’s no need to go all out for someone younger.”

Aurora, hearing this, sat on the couch, crossed her arms, and said, “Someone younger? That girl saved your son from a life of loneliness. Without her, he would be single forever. You know how difficult he is. Remember all those ladies in Betrico who tried to impress him a few years ago? No one succeeded! So, Clifford, I’m telling you, when your daughter-in-law comes over for dinner, you’d better not scare her off with that serious face, or you’re not getting back in my bed for the rest of your life, alright?”

Seeing that she was genuinely upset, Clifford quickly reassured her, “Honey, I didn’t mean it that way. I just think he probably won’t bring anyone over today, so there’s no need for such a big dinner. I’ll change my clothes, alright? And stop talking like that, okay? We’re not young anymore. Let’s keep it respectable.”

Though frustrated, Clifford didn’t dare show it. If he kept talking, it would only backfire on him.

He had already spent most of the month sleeping in the study, and his old back couldn’t take much more. They weren’t young anymore, but she still liked to punish him this way.

Aurora gave a haughty “humph,” looking generous, as if she wouldn’t bother arguing with him any longer.

The servants couldn’t help but twitch their mouths, exchanging knowing looks. Clifford seemed to have been wrapped around his wife’s finger his whole life.

It wasn’t true that there was no love in high society—only interests. Clifford and Aurora’s love had been genuine from the start.

They’d been in love for so many years. Whenever Clifford wasn’t working, he always came home to be with his wife right away. If Aurora asked him to go east, he’d never dare go west.

Because of Aurora’s chronic headaches, Clifford had personally studied with a traditional doctor for six months, massaging her every day without complaint. That was love.

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