The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 361

It was already evening when they left Purplegold Estate. After learning that Yvette would be returning to Seacrity

in a couple of days, James chatted with her for a while, reminding her to take care of herself and to let Jeremiah

handle any dangerous situations. Jase nodded in agreement.

Jeremiah was speechless.

After Yvette and Jeremiah saw Jase and James off, the two casually walked to a night market and found a street

vendor to sit down at.

The night market had just opened, so there weren't many people around. With Yvette wearing a baseball cap and

a black mask covering half her face, most of the attention fell on Jeremiah, who was sitting on a shabby plastic

stool, looking extraordinarily out of place with his impressive looks and affluent aura.

Jeremiah exuded an air of "stay away," causing many young women who wanted to approach him to hesitate,

not daring to ask for his contact information. After he placed his order at the vendor, the surrounding tables filled

up within a few minutes, with everyone subtly observing their table.

Yvette watched Jeremiah wiping the table, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly. Her voice was flat. "You're quite

the showstopper"

Jeremiah looked up, frowning slightly, momentarily confused by her comment. When he scanned the area and

noticed that ninety percent of the customers were women, it suddenly clicked. With his noble appearance and

indifferent demeanor, he ignored the glances from the women around him, his eyes only on Yvette. He smiled

faintly, which only made the surrounding women more eager. His voice lowered, tinged with a hint of reproach,

as he leaned closer. "You're being unreasonable; it's not my fault."

Jeremiah's voice was deliberately low, carrying a magnetic charm that was both enticing and mischievous. He

knew that young women were susceptible to this charm. 'Using good looks to gain sbenefits for myself is

only fair given this appearance. Yvette smirked, dragging out her words. "I'm being unreasonable? You said the

sthing when we were in bed. | remember you said you liked how unreasonable | was. Men's words can be so

deceiving; | guess what | promised you is off the table." Jeremiah's expression stiffened, feeling like his world had

just collapsed. He gritted his teeth and sat back down. "I'm the showstopper, you're the reasonable one. You

promised; let's take care of it when we get back tonight." Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from a nearby table,

where a big, burly man had flipped it over. A trembling woman crouched on the floor opposite him, her head

buried in her chest, too frightened to look up. She appeared utterly helpless. Yvette turned to look at the man

and woman, her gaze lingering on the woman for a few seconds, her expression neutral, before turning away.

Jeremiah did the same, clearly having no intention of getting involved.

Besides their table, the others stood up, moving to the side, whispering and pointing at the two, mostly

criticizing the man. Those standing on the side of justice only dared to softly admonish him.

The burly man clearly had too much to drink; he wore a large gold watch and a heavy gold chain around his

neck, giving off a total nouveau riche vibe. He pointed at the woman and yelled, "What are you pretending for?

All | did was offer you a drink! | bought you so many things, and now you want to break up? If you dare leave me,

I'll kill you!"

The woman raised her head at this, but instead of looking at the man right away, she turned her gaze to Yvette

and Jeremiah's table. Her eyes wandered before finally settling back on the man, crying pitifully. "I can't take it

anymore! | want to break up with you! Please letgo, I'm begging you. | only got together with you because |

had no choice. Please don't hit me! I'm begging you!"

Hearing her words, the man's eyes turned red. He couldn't understand why she had changed so quickly. 'She was

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‘brother’ in my arms just yesterday; now she wants to break up so suddenly! With bloodshot eyes and fueled by

alcohol, he picked up a chair, ready to sinash it over her.

The woman, who had been crying pitifully, instantly sprang to her feet and ran through the crowd to Jeremiah

and Yvette's table. She pleaded with Jeremiah. "Sir, please help me! If not, he going to kill met

There were plenty of people around who recognized the situation. They could tell that Jeremiah's clothes were

expensive and he was likely wealthy. Sympathy started pouring in, even from those who had been too scared to

speak earlier.

"Yes, sir, please help this poor woman! It could easily turn deadly someone chimed in.

"Right? Look at that man, he's clearly drunk and dangerous. If you can help her, please do!" another added.

"That girl looks so pitiful; that man is old enough to be her father!" someone else exclaimed.

"Saving a life is worth more than building a pagoda, sir. I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't mind, another

suggested.

The woman cried, covering her face, secretly pleased with herself. She had used this trick many times before. |

don't believe this man can resist my charm. As for the woman next to him, she won't even show her face; she

must not look good Jeremiah ignored her plea, casually pouring orange juice for Yvette before glancing at the

woman.

The woman felt even more jealous seeing Jeremiah's actions. He was truly exceptional, and she had noticed him

the moment he sat down.

Jeremiah's expression turned icy as he spoke words that stunned everyone present. "Stay away from me. You're

too fikhy."

The woman looked at Jeremiah in disbelief. 'Does he even know what it means to cherish a woman? How could

he callfilthy?"

Those around them, wanting to defend the woman, began to speak up. However, when Jeremiah cast a cool

glance their way, they felt as if they were being choked, leaving them speechless.

The woman anxiously watched the man approaching with a stool, then glanced at the indifferent Jeremiah. In

desperation, she turned her attention to Yvette, saying, "Hello, miss, | really mean no harm. This old man is

threatening me; please help me!" Yvette leisurely sipped her orange juice, her casual demeanor unyielding. She

looked at the woman with her cold blue eyes but said nothing.

The woman felt a sudden pang of anxiety and lowered her head, feeling somewhat guilty.

The burly man had arrived, clutching his stomach. Upon seeing Jeremiah, he blurted, "So you suddenly want to

break up because you're interested in this Nathan guy? Today, I'm going to kill both of you! Let's see if you dare

to cheat onagain!" He threw the stool at Jeremiah, and the crowd gasped in shock.

However, contrary to expectations, Jeremiah stretched out his right hand and caught the stool mid-air. He

casually tossed it back, and it struck the man's stomach, causing him to stumble back and fall to the ground,

howling in pain. SEND GIFT