Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Zion cout of the room with a refreshed and invigorated dejicanor, walked to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of lukewarm water. Samantha's voice was extremely hoarse. With the glass of water in hand, Zion returned to the room. He gazed at Samantha, who was wearing a white camisole and was covered in hickeys, and his eyes darkened. He had indeed lost control this time. No matter how much Samantha begged during the process, he didn't stop.

Samantha lifted her gaze to look at Zion as he approached. She pursed her lips and thought, 'Pervert! He is a hypocritical villain, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Forget it. This newly released medication is a complete rip-off. Anyone who uses it will know what I mean.

Samantha let out a snort. Her whole body was hurting all over. It ached like crazy. She propelled herself up from the bed, supporting herself as Zion handed her a glass of water. She downed a large gulp, completely forgetting about maintaining any semblance of appearance at this point.

Zion noticed a few drops of water falling and his eyes darkened again. He wondered, 'It felt as though the medication's effects were still lingering.

After finishing her water, Samantha looked up and caught Zion's gaze, immediately stepping back a few steps. She thought, 'Even robots need sdowntime, right?' Zion snapped out of his daze when he saw the defensive look on Samantha's face. He cleared his throat and asked awkwardly, "Why are you doing this?" Samantha didn't respond to him but turned and walked to the balcony. She picked up a cigarette box from the table, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The smoke rose slowly, carrying a pleasant minty scent. The cigarettes Samantha smoked were not like those available on the market; they were specially customized and virtually harmless to the body. Her noble and aloof profile appeared and disappeared in the smoke, adding a touch of mystery and seductiveness.

She gazed at the city lights outside the window, and then turned to Zion. "Why are you doing this? What have I done? Drugged you? Fallen in love with you?" Listening to her icy tone, Zion felt a pang in his heart and started to explain, “No, Samantha, you know I didn't mean it that way." Samantha sneered and said, "Zion, it's just that I've made a mistake that every man makes and I'm just captivated by your body." Zion knew he was indeed appealing. Samantha never hesitated to compliment his appearance.

Samantha stared into his eyes and didn't move. After a moment, she extinguished her cigarette and spoke coldly, a tone Zion had never heard before, “Zion, we've been together for ten years. This is the last tI'll ask. Have you really decided to break up with me?" Zion felt a wave of panic rise in him. He thought, 'Am I really going to give up on Samantha just for my fragile pride?' Samantha turned to look at Zion, whose face was full of pain.

Her face was blank.

Zion finally understood. He thought, 'Samantha meant everything toand she was part of me. I couldn't live without her. No matter how much gossip and rumors the outside world might spread, I don't care anymore. Once Zion realized it, he felt relieved and his face becserene.

Qnce Zion realized it, he felt relieved and his face becserene. Just as he was about to speak, Samantha interrupted him and said, "You shouldn't have hesitated. I declare that we're broken up." Without a hint of hesitation, she put on her clothes and got ready to leave.

Zion was stunned and Samantha's indifferent expression filled him with panic. He quickly stepped forward to stop Samantha from leaving and anxiously explained, “Samantha, I've changed my mind. I don't want to break up anymore. 1 want to marry you." Samantha's gaze at Zion was as cold and sharp as a knife. She gently pulled Zion's hand away. Her expression was cold and distant, The charm she had shown earlier was gone without a trace.

What Zion feared the most was this side of Samantha, who was decisive and never dragged her feet when handling matters.

Samantha looked up at Zion and said, word by word, "Zion, after ten years, you still don't truly understand me. When I love you, I could pamper and protect you. But when I don't, you're not even worth the dirt on the ground. Now I'm telling you, I don't love you anymore. I'm tired of this love game. We're breaking up. Don't you get it?" Zion stared blankly at Samantha. Her words stabbed him like a knife. He thought, "This is Samantha, passionate when in love, and ruthless when not. Shouldn't I have known this already? Zion was completely stunned and stood there frozen, watching helplessly as Samantha pushed open the door. It wasn't until the roar of a sports car echoed from the doorway that he snapped out of it. He ran out barefoot, and as soon as he stepped outside, Samantha's car drove past him.

He ran after the car like a madman, shouting desperately, "Samantha, I was wrong. Can you giveanother chance? I'm begging you, don't give up on me!” His usual grace was completely gone.

Samantha sat in the car, watching Zion running behind her with a faint smile on her lips. Then she floored the gas pedal, leaving him behind.

She thought, 'As for why I had spoken so harshly just now, it was only to punish Zion. This time, I would make sure he never dared to rebel again. The man I loved must be firmly under my control, with no way to escape. I allowed Zion to escape to perform concerts, all for this day. If Zion really decided to give up on me, it didn't matter. Men are abundant in the world, and I, Samantha, could have as many as I wanted. Surely, I wouldn't abandon a whole forest for one tree, right? That would be totally stupid!' In Skyland, Charles, as Yvette's apprentice, was naturally assigned a room, but it was located quite a distance from Jeremiah, and Yvette's room. According to Skyland's layout, one was on the far east, the other on the far west.

In the courtyard, Andrew looked at Charles and his mouth twitched. He thought, 'It's just like Mr. Chavez to never let someone who disrespected him easily. Well, here comes the karma. Now, every tCharles returns to Skyland, it's a huge hassle just to get back to his room, let alone seeing Yvette on a daily basis. Mr. Chavez truly doesn't need a knife to kill someone!' Andrew patted Charles on the shoulder and said with a smirk, "Bro, I'll feel sorry for you." Charles glanced at Andrew. There's no sign of sympathy, just a gloating look on his face.

Yvette sat comfortably in her rocking chair, sipping on a strawberry milkshake, enjoying a delightful moment.

Jeremiah glanced at Charles and politely said, “Charles, I wonder if you like this room."

Charles gritted his teeth and thought, 'Such a petty mind! It's just a title.

Does he have to be so om narrow-minded? He arranged the accommodation, and I can't say I don't like it. Under Andrew's sympathetic gaze, Charles nodded reluctantly, his voice stiff. “Thank you, Mr. Chavez. I like it very much, especially."

Jeremiah's expression remained natural, not realizing anything wrong with the arrangement. He nodded slightly and said something that almost drove Charles to anger, "As long as Charles likes it, that's great. There was another room available, right in the middle, but if you love this one so much, we'll forget about it." Charles was speechless.

Jeremiah naturally added, "Charles, nice choice!"

Yvette removed the hat shading her face, allowing the sunlight to cascade down and cast a hazy glo on her features, her eyes misty AŒew M droplets of sweat adorned her erves forehead, captivating and enchanting, while the collarbone underneath her shirt gleamed white. She gazed at the three men in the courtyard, rocked her chair gently, and whispered softly, "I want to have barbecue." Andrew turned around and thought, "did I lose my memory? Didn't we just finish cating? Is her appetite made of iron? I have finally witnessed how a foodie is born." X