It was evening when they left Purplegold Estate. After learning Yvette would return to Seacrity in a couple of days, James spoke with her, reminding her to care for 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, they strolled to a night market and sat at a street vendor's stall. The market had just opened, so few people were present. Yvette, wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, drew less attention than Jeremiah, who sat on a shabby plastic stool, his striking appearance and affluent air making him seem out of place.

He exuded an aura of aloofness, deterring many young women from approaching him. After ordering, surrounding tables quickly filled, their occupants subtly observing them. Yvette watched Jeremiah wipe the table, her eyelashes fluttering. "You're quite the showstopper," she murmured, her voice flat.

Jeremiah looked up, momentarily confused. Noticing the predominantly female clientele, he understood. Ignoring the admiring glances, his eyes remained on Yvette. He offered a faint smile, intensifying the women's interest. Leaning closer, his voice low and faintly reproachful, he said, "You're being unreasonable; it's not my fault."

His deliberately low tone held a magnetic, mischievous charm. He knew its effect on young women. Using my good looks to my advantage seems fair, he thought.

Yvette smirked, drawing out her words. "Unreasonable? You said the same thing in bed. You liked my unreasonableness. Men's words are deceiving. I guess my promise is off the table."

Jeremiah stiffened, feeling a sense of collapse. He gritted his teeth and sat back. "I'm the showstopper, you're the reasonable one. You promised; we'll handle it tonight."

A loud crash erupted from a nearby table. A large man had overturned it, a trembling woman cowering opposite him. She appeared terrified and helpless.

Yvette and Jeremiah glanced at them, their expressions neutral, before looking away. Other patrons stood back, whispering and pointing at the man, mostly criticizing him. The bolder ones offered mild admonishments.

The burly man, clearly intoxicated, wore a large gold watch and chain, exuding nouveau riche vulgarity. He pointed at the woman, yelling, "What are you pretending? I offered you a drink! I bought you things, and now you want to break up? If you leave me, I'll kill you!"

The woman raised her head, but instead of looking at him, her gaze drifted to Yvette and Jeremiah before returning to the man. Crying pitifully, she pleaded, "I can't take it anymore! I want to break up! Please let me go! I only stayed with you because I had no choice! Please don't hit me!"

The man's eyes reddened. He couldn't comprehend her sudden change. She called me 'brother' yesterday! Fueled by alcohol, he picked up a chair, ready to strike her.

The woman, springing to her feet, ran to Jeremiah and Yvette's table. "Sir, please help me! He'll kill me!"

Many recognized the situation and Jeremiah's wealth. Sympathy poured forth from those previously too scared to intervene. "Sir, please help!" "He's drunk and dangerous!" "That girl's so pitiful!" "Saving a life is worth more than anything, sir. Your girlfriend won't mind," someone suggested.

The woman, secretly pleased, covered her face. He won't resist my charm. And she won't even show her face.

Jeremiah ignored her, pouring orange juice for Yvette. The woman felt even more jealous; she'd noticed him the moment he sat down.

His expression turned icy. "Stay away from me. You're too filthy."

The woman stared in disbelief. Does he know what cherishing a woman means?

Those wishing to defend her hesitated. Jeremiah's cool gaze silenced them.

The woman watched the approaching man, then looked at the indifferent Jeremiah, and finally at Yvette. "Miss, I mean no harm! This old man is threatening me; please help!"

Yvette leisurely sipped her juice, her demeanor unchanged. Her cold blue eyes met the woman's, but she remained silent. The woman felt a pang of anxiety and guilt.

The burly man arrived, clutching his stomach. Seeing Jeremiah, he roared, "So you're breaking up because of Nathan? I'll kill you both! Let's see if you dare cheat again!" He threw the stool.

Jeremiah caught it effortlessly, then tossed it back, striking the man's stomach. He fell to the ground, howling in pain.