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 man. Tell your sister to leave

someone new! If she’s interested,

someone!”

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

her icy

that would be hard to believe

professional persona.

felt her extraordinary kindness

remained fixed on her figure. She sensed his stare,

and glanced down. Only then did she realize

glimpse of her alluring cleavage

this man.

looking at? If you keep ogling

finger

turned crimson as he hastily turned away

to

you were deliberately trying to

might not be able to

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

of seducing him? Despite the

to catch a glimpse of her body, he

this idiot not realize how fortunate he

clothes slightly, the men in Yeringham would be

excitement and suffocate.

she was annoyed, she couldn’t

the first time. Well, it seemed

brought

also

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

surpassed Claudette’s on a different level.

goddess in

would

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