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

Yvette suggested having a barbecue and Andrew took on the role of grill master. As he looked at the newly set- up grill in front of him, he felt somewhat melancholy. He really wasn't confident about handling this task.

Andrew turned his head to glance at Jeremiah, who was diligently threading items onto skewers in the pavilion, trying to win a smile from his sweetheart. Seeing this, Andrew knew he had to not only do the job but do it well. He thought to himself, Besides, it's not just anyone I'm assisting, but my dearest Jeremiah. Mainly, I can't stand the way Jeremiah looks at me. But Mr. Chavez is truly cunning. He skewers food right next to his sweetheart. Such a scheming boy! Who are these two trying to show off their affection to? Andrew turned his head and saw Charles in front of him, busy starting a charcoal fire. He suddenly felt a lot more balanced and thought. If even an artist is engaged in such a task, why should I feel upset? I might as well get back to work. However, before starting, Andrew mischievously approached Charles and watched him start the fire skillfully, thinking to himself, Wow! Artists are really good at lighting fires these days?' Andrew said to Charles, "Hey, you're pretty skilled at this. It feels like you do this every day, doesn't it?" Charles glanced at the grinning Andrew and thought, 'Compared to Mr. Chavez, this man might be more to my liking. Simple-minded people are quite nice. Charles placed the lit coals to the side and skillfully fanned them to make the flames stronger.

Charles spoke up, “Practice makes perfect.” He glanced at Yvette in the distance and said, "It was Yve who taughthow to start a fire. His gaze softened with a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Charles thought, 'It must have been ten years ago. I joined the Seventy-Two Chambers with a relatively high position, so I never bothered with such trivia myself. I was fine with killing, but not so good with starting fires. Later, when Yve tookas a disciple and we were the only two left training in the base, the task of starting fires and grilling meat fell toevery day.

Upon hearing this, Andrew was taken aback and thought, 'Wow! I don't expect that Yvette taught Charles that much, not only how to paint but also how to start a fire. Her teaching covers a really wide range of topics! She's aiming to cultivate his all-round abilities!' Andrew remarked with emotion, "Charles, you really got a great deal by taking her as your mentor." Charles nodded solemnly. “Yeah, the best decision of my life was taking Yve as my mentor." Seeing that everything was ready, Andrew quickly returned to his spot and gazed at the meat in front him. He vowed to himself that he would grill the best skewers of his life for the sake of Mr. Chavez's love.

Ten minutes later, Yvette, Jeremiah, and Charles gathered around Andrew. They looked at Andrew, who had soot all over his face and the strings of charred, unrecognizable items in his hands. They all fell silent together. Andrew held the skewers in his hands. He was near tears, wondering if he had ruined Mr. Chavez's love. Jesse pointed at the skewers in Andrew's hand and coughed awkwardly. "What on earth is this?" Andrew scratched the back of his head and nervously explained, "These are beef skewers. I just didn't get the cooking tright, so they're a bit overdone, but I promise they still taste great. They just don't look very good, but they're edible, really, trust me." Charles looked clearly unconvinced and said, "Edible? Con, do you think our stomachs can handle this?" Jeremiah looked at the blackened “beef skewers" in front of him, nodded and said in a serious tone, “Andrew, is this what you call the top grill master in Betrico?" Andrew, feeling guilty, mumbled, "Well. Even a veteran can make a mistake." In reality, this was his first tgrilling, but he would never admit it. He volunteered to grill for a simple reason that the other two men were showcasing their skills and techniques, so he had to find something to show off as well. He thought that cooking the meat would be an easy task, but who knew it would be so uncontrollable. It burns so easily. It was so embarrassing.

Yvette leaned lazily against a pillar, hands in her pockets, with her eyes half-closed. She glanced at the three of them and spoke in a lazy, husky voice, "Clean this up, and I'll do the grilling." Upon hearing Yvette's words, Charles swallowed, started cleaning up the mess before Jeremiah and Andrew could react, and urged the other two to doing so. "Hurry up! Yve is going to grill the meat herself!" Seeing Charles so eager and fawning, Andrew was utterly confused and thought, 'Even if Yvette intended to grill the meat herself, there was no need to be this excited, right?' He said," Charles, anyone who didn't know better would think she's preparing a Thanksgiving feast!" Charles looked up at Andrew and didn't say a word. He thought Wait till Andrew tries the grilled meat made by Yve and see if he'll still talk like that. Yve is actually really inexperienced in cooking, but somehow, the meat she grilled is absolutely delicious.' Jeremiah turned to the side.

He raised his eyebrow. "Letdo it." Yvette raised her eyes and beckoned Jeremiah with her fingers. Jeremiah understood and walked over obediently. Yvette extended her beautiful, slender fingers and tapped on his chest, with a faint smile playing on her lips. She said, "My little sweetie, just wait patiently, and I promise you'll have a delicious and satisfying meal." Jeremiah's deep, dark eyes dimmed slightly upon hearing the girl's words. He thought, 'She calledlittle sweetie? And leteat well and be satisfied? That's probably difficult!' Jeremiah smiled and nodded. “Alright, I'll make sure to eat well and be satisfied. Don't worry about it." Yvette kicked a stone by her foot, glanced at him casually and thought, 'What's there to be happy about?'

Andrew and Charles exchanged a look. exchanged a glance. Everything was understood without a word.

am Andrew thought. "Ist surprise that NO my Jeremiah can remain so composed even when called little sweetie? Charles thought, 'Yve is so incredibly impressive that even Jeremiah would have to obey her.

This day is really exciting.'

After they cleaned up the mess Andrew left behind, Yvette immediately took the seat where Andrew had just been. For the next ten minutes, Andrew and Charles sat quietly on the pavilion chairs, while Jeremiah stood beside Yvette, helping her with plates and barbecue seasonings. As the two stood together, the afterglow of the sunset cast down upon them, making even their backs look perfectly matched. This must be what they call a feast for the eyes.

After taking a bite of the grilled skewers that Yvette had prepared, Andrew was completely surprised. "Wow, this is incredibly delicious!n Andrew couldn't stop himself, eating skewer after skewer. While enjoying the food, he didn't forget to flatter Yvette, and said, "Yvette, your grilling skills are truly extraordinary! Oh my god, I swear this is the best grilled skewers I've ever had. What was I eating before this? This is so good!" Charles tasted the familiar flavor, just as delicious as it was years ago. However, the setting and his mood had changed. Back then, he was constrained, but now he was free, no longer bound by anyone.

Jeremiah took a bite and was slightly surprised. He really hadn't expected the grilled skewers made by Yvette to be so delicious. Normally, he didn't eat much meat, but he ate several skewers and still wanted more.

As the sun set, golden sunlight filled the courtyard, covering the buildings in a layer of radiant light.. The evening breeze gently blew, making them feel slightly tipsy and immersed in a serene atmosphere of tranquil times. Yvette snuggled into the chair, wrapped in the jacket Jeremiah had just handed her, with her feet crossed. She felt relaxed and carefree, looked at the three people in front of her and slowly asked, "Do you guys want to have a drink?" X