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

good

someone new! If she’s interested, I can

someone!”

of Mackenzie.

Group, known for her icy demeanor, was offering to set

be hard to believe for those

professional persona.

felt her extraordinary kindness toward his family. However,

She sensed his

Only then did

of her alluring cleavage in

this man.

keep ogling my chest, I might just

finger at him, issuing

turned crimson as he hastily turned

didn’t mean to look. It’s just that

you were deliberately trying to entice

might not be able

in disbelief. What had just happened? How

Ms. Quillen, of seducing

her body, he

her. Did this idiot not realize how fortunate he was? If

clothes slightly, the men

excitement and suffocate.

she was annoyed, she couldn’t help but notice

for the first time. Well, it seemed

thought brought

she was rather annoyed, she also couldn’t help but feel

think of Claudette’s diary and

on a different level.

the acclaimed goddess in Yeringham, a level

What level would

ask, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen?” He