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?

have a prior engagement this Saturday. I’m

laser tag game.”

“Oh, I see.”

despite actually having known about

“I also love playing

along,

to ask the person

“Sure. Thank you!”

“No problem!”

Finally, Claudette left.

texted Beatrix, asking whether

Naturally, his

Beatrix furtively

is really daring! She knows

herself at him like a moth to a flame. While

she’s

Emmanuel did not give the matter much

settled. Being a dense man, he

wife was the exception to

getting off work at the hospital, he went

headquarters as usual.

event that night and did not need him

her up, so he went home

of Terence Group yet. As such,

to enter the office. Part–timers usually worked at

opportunity to interact with resident staff. Thus,

wife during working

past an intersection, his Maserati was abruptly

Land Rover.

Rover looks somewhat familiar.

me out for something or other? But

bike back then. Hence, it makes no sense for him to know that this

is mine.

Ms. Quillen! You claimed to have

event, but…”

Land Rover with a smug expression

he had successfully intercepted