Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 875 Pursult

Xylie trembled violently and began to choke up whenever she talked about her past.

Emmanuel quickly comforted her. “Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t.”

She truly is a woman with a tragic fate! Every time he encounters her, she is suffering. This fate is simply cursed by God.

“Mr. Lowe, you’re also from Yeringham. Why don’t you call the police and have them arrest me?” She looked at Emmanuel with teary eyes. With a faint smile, she said, “I don’t want to run away anymore. I’m tired. Please end my life for me.”

He frowned. He didn’t know her story, but he still tried to persuade her. “What nonsense are you talking about? It was self–defense. You won’t receive a heavy sentence even if you turn yourself in.”

She smiled bitterly. Not only was she afraid of this matter, but she also didn’t confess everything to Emmanuel.

Her life was complicated and mysterious. She couldn’t explain everything in such a short time.

“Mr. Lowe, I want to go to the restroom to wash my face.” Xylie suddenly stood up and was about to leave the private lounge.

Emmanuel nodded.

After she had left the private lounge for a while, he felt that something was not right with her.

He quickly followed her and asked the restaurant manager, only to find out that she hadn’t gone to the

restroom at all!

already walked out of the restaurant. She was hanging her head low, facing

place and leave

woman

woman was wearing high heels and had wavy, curly hair. The

was the man and woman Emmanuel had encountered at the airport!

you planning

smiling at her, so she turned around and ran.

we’ye found you, can you escape from us? After her!” The curly–haired woman snorted and, together with the

ran back to the restaurant in reflex.

restaurant, she ran into

Bang!

and shins. Beads of cold

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man and a woman suddenly blocked

wearing high heels and had wavy, curly hair. The man was tall and

woman Emmanuel had encountered

planning to

and saw the curly–haired woman smiling at her, so she turned around and

her!” The curly–haired woman snorted and, together with the muscular

to the

the road near the restaurant, she ran

Bang!

pain in her knees and shins. Beads of cold sweat coated her forehead as she couldn’t