Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 199

“Your medical skills are really remarkable when you know both traditional

and modern medicine, Dr. Lowe! Even many veteran doctors are not your

match! Why did you decide to be a gynecologist?”

In truth, Claudette had wanted to ask that question a long time ago.

Besides the fact that Emmanuel was tall, dark, and handsome, she found him

different from other men because he emanated a mysterious aura. Like a

storybook, he riveted her interest.

“You flatter me, Ms. Lenoir.”

Alas, Emmanuel merely brushed it off without replying to her question.

The reason had something to do with his retirement from the military in

Northern Region, but he did not want to tell anyone about it.

Perceiving that he did not want to answer, Claudette tactfully gave up

pursuing the matter further. Since she already had him look her over and had

no other business there, she could only get to her feet and leave.

When she reached the door, however, she could not help glancing back over

her shoulder. “Are you free this Saturday, Dr. Lowe?”

Frederick was right outside the door, pretending to be busy. In reality, he was

secretly watching Claudette pursue his best friend.

Tsk, tsk, I always thought that she was reserved. Unexpectedly, she’s so

blatant this time! Is she openly asking a married man out?

a prior engagement this Saturday. I’m going

laser tag game.”

“Oh, I see.”

despite actually having known

also love playing such a recreational

me along,

ask

“Sure. Thank you!”

“No problem!”

Finally, Claudette left.

asking whether

his request was

fact, Beatrix furtively

Claudette is really daring! She knows full well that

throwing herself at him like a

and shy, she’s surprisingly bold

give the matter

settled. Being a dense man, he

wife was the

at the hospital, he went

headquarters as usual.

social event that night and did not

up, so he went home alone when he finished his part–time

employee of Terence Group yet. As

office. Part–timers

interact with resident staff. Thus, he

during

drove past an intersection, his Maserati

Land Rover.

somewhat familiar.

something or

makes no sense for him to

is mine.

for you for an eternity, Ms. Quillen! You claimed to have a

event, but…”

the Land Rover with a smug expression on

he had successfully