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

room was quite spacious, almost as large as their residence

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

thoughts. He felt like she had been carrying

eyes closed, she

body, illuminated by the 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. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of sanctity that only a woman who had never been defiled could

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

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 to Emmanuel or whether she even

and how strict she was about