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

like a good

new! If she’s interested,

someone!”

that was quite considerate of Mackenzie. After all, the esteemed CEO

her icy demeanor, was

hard to believe for those familiar with

professional persona.

extraordinary kindness toward his family. However,

remained fixed on her figure. She

Only then did she realize that her neckline

undone, briefly revealing a glimpse of her

this man.

If you keep ogling my

out!” She pointed her finger at him, issuing a

as

Quillen, I didn’t mean to look. It’s just that

trying to

or I might not be able

disbelief. What had

esteemed Ms. Quillen, of seducing him? Despite the

a glimpse of her

this idiot not realize how fortunate he

the men

excitement and suffocate.

even though she was annoyed, she couldn’t help but notice

the first time. Well, it seemed gynecologists were

bodies! The thought brought a smile to her

was rather annoyed, she also couldn’t help but

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

Claudette’s on a different

acclaimed goddess in Yeringham,

What level would she be at

but ask, “Why are you laughing, Ms.