It was Yvette's first day back in class. Just before the end of class, Tobias assigned her a considerable amount of basic homework. As she left school, Jeremiah's black Jeep pulled up to the gate. Regardless of the surrounding crowd, she was always captivating, impossible to ignore. Yvette glanced at Jeremiah's car, then went straight over, opened the door, and got in.

Jeremiah leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. His tone was casual. "I got you the wings you wanted, a milkshake from the place near the gate, and some lobster. Anything else?"

Yvette's gaze lifted, a smirk playing on her lips. Her delicate brows were mischievous, her eyes slightly upturned. Casually, she said, "Are you fattening me up?"

Jeremiah looked into her bright blue eyes, their clarity striking. She maintained her cool composure, yet it inexplicably drew him in; he was captivated.

He offered a subtle smile. His voice, mesmerizing, carried the words, "No, I'm just taking care of my future wife."

Yvette hesitated, her gaze settling on his Adam's apple before slowly moving upward, then withdrawing. She remained silent. When a man aimed for charm, few women resisted.

Jeremiah noticed her silence, uncertainty rising. Did I mess up? he wondered. Andrew's collection of pickup lines promised this one worked like magic. Usually, girls playfully hit their boyfriend's chest, acting adorable. Why Yvette's lack of reaction? Andrew was utterly unreliable, and his book recommendations useless!

He restarted the car, his expression unchanged. Later, back at the villa, Jeremiah went to the kitchen while Yvette went upstairs to shower. When she returned downstairs, the table was set with fried chicken wings, lobster, and milkshakes.

After cooking, Jeremiah changed into casual clothes, softening his sharp appearance. He stood by the window, on the phone, his tall silhouette prominent. Hearing footsteps, he turned, his gaze settling on Yvette.

She wore an oversized white shirt, loosely paired with baggy shorts and rolled-up sleeves. Surprisingly, it suited her well. His gaze dropped to her bare feet. Still on the phone, he retrieved a pair of her slippers from the entrance and approached her.

Yvette obediently lifted her foot. Jeremiah slipped them on, gently saying, "Always wear slippers downstairs. It's not good for girls to be barefoot; the floor's too cold."

The phone call abruptly ended with a loud scream, audible even to Yvette.

"Jeremiah, have you and that little girl moved in together? Oh my gosh! Is this true? My son's living with Yvette, just like his old mom! If I hadn't been assertive with your dad, he'd still be shy! Jeremiah, you're amazing! When are you coming back to Betrico? Bring Yvette home for dinner!"

Jeremiah held the phone away from his ear; his mother's voice was overwhelming.

"Mom…" he began, but she interrupted.

"Mom? What mom? Bring her home soon! I trust your judgment, so once she's home, it's settled. If she stays too long, she might leave you, so we'll use family. Bring her back, and I'll treat her so well she won't want to leave," Aurora said.

Jeremiah sighed. "Mom, aren't you tired of talking?"

Aurora replied, "Not at all! I heard she's young. What does she like? Houses? Cars? Jewelry? Antiques? Designer brands? Forget it, I'll prepare everything! My Mysonna estate, worth a billion dollars, can be her welcome gift! No, that's too cheap. I'll add some jewelry… perfect! And the wedding house? I need to design the nursery! Does your wife prefer boys or girls? I like girls. I wouldn't want a moody kid like you!"

Yvette, her gaze steady, had heard everything. She chuckled softly, gestured to Jeremiah, walked past him, and sat at the dining table. Leg crossed, chin resting on her hand, she looked directly at him.

Jeremiah looked at her, calmly saying into the phone, "Mom, I heard everything."

The breathing on the other end grew heavier. Silence, then a mechanical voice: "Hello, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later." The call disconnected. Even Jeremiah was surprised by his mother's actions. He was stunned.

Yvette, though a little farther away, had heard everything clearly. She smirked, flipped her hair, and crossed her legs. Taking a sip of her milkshake, she smiled faintly. "Auntie's way more interesting than you."

Jeremiah walked over, sat beside her, put on gloves, and began slowly peeling lobsters for her. Even his fingers looked attractive. He quickly peeled them and placed them on her plate. His deep-set eyes were thoughtful.

"Do you want to meet my family?" he asked.

Munching shrimp, Yvette played with her phone, replying to a text from Charles: "[Book a flight to Seacrity.]" She'd left hastily without notice, leaving him stranded in Mysonna, still evading Braydon. Hearing Jeremiah, she glanced at him nonchalantly.

She replied casually, "Sure. I need to go to Betrico the day after tomorrow." James' invitation was five days later. She planned to meet someone beforehand; she had ample time to visit the Chavez family. Interesting people were always worth meeting.

Jeremiah hadn't expected a yes. He'd asked casually; it didn't matter if she refused. It was just a matter of time. Her easy agreement surprised him. A smile touched his lips.

"Okay," he said, "I'll arrange it. We can go back together. Just my parents and grandpa; no swarms of relatives. Relax. It's a simple meal."

Not just anyone joined the Chavez family as relatives.

Yvette looked up, put away her phone, and leaned back lazily. "Jeremiah," she said, "you're really growing on me. What am I supposed to do about that?"