Love At The Wrong Table

“Old Mr. Quillen, I don’t mean his character.” Alfred rolled up his sleeves.

“Oh?” Terence gradually composed himself, no longer appearing intoxicated. “You mean his abilities?”

“Yes,” Alfred finally expressed. “Each time I meet him, his skills would improve significantly, which is quite unusual.”

“So, do you think he’s superior to you?” Terence asked with interest!

“I don’t know; perhaps he’s just a little more youthful,” Alfred replied modestly, then continued, “Old Mr. Quillen, do you suspect that he might be concealing something about his identity?”

“Haha, why even have doubts?” Terence chuckled. “That young man is definitely not ordinary, as I’ve said before. As for his true identity, when the time comes, we will naturally find out. There’s no need to investigate further. I just need to believe in him as a person and trust that he will treat Mackenzie well.”

old master had wisdom behind his seemingly simple demeanor. Emmanuel was undoubtedly

side,

was quite spacious, almost as large as their residence

tired. I’ll take a shower first,” Mackenzie said to Emmanuel before

thoughts. He felt like she had

with her eyes closed, she let

mist, seemed to emit a soft, radiant glow. Her gentle curves made her body look like the most perfect piece of art in the world.

impurity couldn’t be washed away with water, no matter how much she used. It had permeated

Although she hadn’t initiated those actions, they had undeniably happened. She didn’t know how to confess this to Emmanuel or whether she even needed to. She was confused, especially after witnessing Emmanuel’s fierce protection earlier in the

realized how traditional she was and how strict she was about her