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

seem like a good man. Tell your

someone new! If she’s interested, I can even introduce her

someone!”

considerate of Mackenzie. After all,

known for her icy demeanor, was

fact that would be hard to believe for those familiar

professional persona.

felt her extraordinary kindness toward his family. However,

fixed on her figure. She

did

a glimpse of her alluring cleavage

this man.

looking at? If you keep ogling my chest, I might just

out!” She pointed her finger at him, issuing

face immediately turned crimson as he

I didn’t mean to look. It’s just that it appeared

trying to entice me. Please

not be able

eyes widened in disbelief. What had just happened? How

of seducing him? Despite the

a glimpse of her body,

Did this idiot not realize how fortunate he was? If she were

the men in Yeringham

excitement and suffocate.

annoyed, she couldn’t

for the first time. Well, it seemed gynecologists were

The thought brought

also

She couldn’t help but think of Claudette’s diary

a different level. After

the acclaimed goddess in Yeringham, a level

would she

ask, “Why are you laughing,