Love At The Wrong Table

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

doesn’t seem like a good man. Tell your sister to leave

she’s interested, I can even introduce

someone!”

quite considerate of Mackenzie. After all, the

Terence Group, known for her icy demeanor,

hard to believe for those familiar with

professional persona.

also felt her extraordinary kindness toward his family.

her figure. She sensed his stare, followed his

Only then did

revealing a glimpse of her alluring cleavage in

this man.

at? If you keep

pointed her finger at him, issuing a

as he hastily turned

I didn’t mean to look. It’s just

to entice me. Please be

might not be

eyes widened in disbelief. What had just happened? How dare

Quillen, of seducing

to catch a glimpse of her body, he

realize how fortunate he was? If she were

clothes slightly, the men in Yeringham would be

excitement and suffocate.

she was annoyed,

time. Well, it seemed gynecologists were

The thought brought

annoyed, she also couldn’t help but feel a sense

She couldn’t help but think of Claudette’s diary and believe that

surpassed Claudette’s on a different level. After all,

goddess in

would she

are