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

a good

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

someone!”

of Mackenzie. After

icy demeanor, was offering

to believe for those

professional persona.

extraordinary kindness toward his

her figure. She sensed

glanced down. Only then did

undone, briefly revealing a glimpse of

this man.

you looking at? If you keep ogling my

pointed her finger at

immediately turned crimson as he hastily turned

to look. It’s just that it

were deliberately trying to entice me.

time, or I might not be able to

widened in disbelief. What had just

Quillen, of seducing him? Despite the

of her

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

clothes slightly, the men in

excitement and suffocate.

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

for the first time. Well, it seemed gynecologists

thought brought a

annoyed, she also couldn’t help but

but think of

Claudette’s on a different level.

goddess in Yeringham, a level

What level would she be at

couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen?” He