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

laser tag game.”

“Oh, I see.”

disappointment despite actually having

love playing such

me along,

I’ve got to ask the person organizing

“Sure. Thank you!”

“No problem!”

Finally, Claudette left.

asking whether

Naturally, his request was

Beatrix

She knows full well that Manuel is married,

throwing herself at him like a moth to a

shy, she’s surprisingly bold

the matter much thought

dense man, he

wife was the exception to

getting off work at the hospital, he

headquarters as usual.

a social event that night and did not need him

he went home alone when he

of Terence Group yet. As

to enter the office. Part–timers

interact with resident staff. Thus, he had no

wife during

past an intersection, his

Land Rover.

looks somewhat familiar. Doesn’t it belong to

me out for something or other? But on second

makes no sense for him to know that

is mine.

eternity, Ms. Quillen! You

event, but…”

of the Land Rover with a smug expression

assuming that he had