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.”

marveled at how the old master had wisdom behind his seemingly simple demeanor.

the other side, Emmanuel entered Mackenzie’s

large as their residence in Yociam Residence, and even

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

Mackenzie’s thoughts. He felt like she had

bathroom, Mackenzie undressed, and with her eyes closed, she let the warm water

curves made her body look like the most perfect piece of art in the world. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of sanctity

felt unclean. This kind of impurity couldn’t be washed away with water, no

when that man had embraced her tightly in the sea, pressed his chest to hers on the shore, and kissed her. Although she hadn’t initiated those actions, they had undeniably happened. She didn’t know how to confess this

she was and how strict she was about her own