A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 442

“Manny, don’t listen to your sister! I’m fine!” Alessandra quickly intervened

before Roselynn could spill the beans. She wanted to prevent Roselynn from

revealing the extent of her injuries.

Emmanuel understood his mother’s selfless nature. She always prioritized

others over herself, and she didn’t want to jeopardize his relationship with his

brother-in-law.

So, she chose to keep the matter hidden. Sure enough, Alessandra spoke

highly of Jaxton, assuring Emmanuel that Jaxton didn’t mean any harm. She

even urged him to persuade his sister to reconcile with Jaxton swiftly.

Alessandra even mentioned that couples often had arguments but

reconciled by the end of the day, and that Roselynn should be a good wife.

Of course, Emmanuel wouldn’t agree to that. He had promised not to let his

sister suffer. However, he also didn’t want to go against his mother. So, he

simply stated that it was Roselynn’s decision to make, and they shouldn’t

pressure her.

After he ended the call, Mackenzie approached him. She had a pristine white

towel draped over her shoulders. As she was drying her damp hair, she

remarked, “Jaxton doesn’t seem like a good man. Tell your sister to leave him

new! If she’s interested, I can even introduce her

someone!”

of Mackenzie.

for her icy

hard to believe for those familiar with

professional persona.

extraordinary kindness

her figure. She sensed his

Only then did she realize that her

glimpse of her alluring cleavage

this man.

looking at? If you keep ogling my chest, I might

finger at him, issuing

face immediately turned crimson as he

I didn’t mean to look. It’s

to entice

I might not be able to control

What had

seducing him? Despite

a glimpse of her

this idiot not realize how fortunate he was?

slightly, the men in Yeringham would be overwhelmed

excitement and suffocate.

was annoyed,

the first time. Well, it seemed gynecologists were also

bodies! The thought brought a smile to

annoyed, she also couldn’t help but feel a

couldn’t help but think of

a different

acclaimed goddess in Yeringham, a

level would she be

couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen?”