Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 238

Emmanuel’s fingers were so long and slender. His palm was so warm against

Claudette’s, and his chest was so firm.-

If she could continue holding onto his hand and taking a stroll while watching

this amazing view, it would be the most romantic moment of her life!

Meanwhile, Emmanuel was oblivious to her thoughts and only noticed how

distracted she had been the entire day. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was

his fault.

“It has been a while since we last bumped into an enemy. Why hasn’t this

game ended yet?” he mused.

After dragging her to a higher vantage point, he had a full view of their

surroundings now. Despite having keen sight, he could not find a single

person nearby.

If not for Claudette’s insistence on winning, he would have gone home long

ago.

As for Claudette, she did not want the game to end, as it would have meant

she no longer had an excuse to enjoy a world with just the two of them.

every single second they now

starving, Dr.

eyes as she patted her flat

have some

that this was merely a game, not

actual battle.

the two had food in

bag, he found all the

him had been destroyed and

some of my

glancing

“Huh? Your… milk?”

was stunned upon hearing her words. No matter how dense a

for his mind to be in the gutter

full well that women could never produce

unless they had kids.

milk with oats in it. It’s very

milk from

have one bottle, though. You can

hungry. Back in the days

in the Northern Region, he had

food. So, this was merely a

“Here.”

a gulp from the bottle, Claudette

he had been in the

for long after noticing how nonchalant she was

of milk. After accepting the bottle, he started drinking

:

he could wipe his mouth, the lady reached over

wiping his