Love At The Wrong Table

The more she resisted, the more excited Blake became. But just as he was about to reach out and touch the woman in white’s face, the sirens from the other side of the river became louder.

Helplessly, he cursed and said, “These police are really getting in the way. Throw them into the trunk and take them away!”

“Yes, sir.”

Very quickly, two men walked over and lifted Emmanuel and the woman, tossing them into the trunk of a van as if they were big fish they caught.

These henchmen seemed indifferent to their tasks, paying no attention to Emmanuel and the Saintess’ positions. Emmanuel happened to land with his entire body pressing on her.

The Saintess was slightly more voluptuous than Mackenzie, making the pressure on her quite comfortable.

Moreover, like Mackenzie, this woman also emitted a unique fragrance. Although it wasn’t the same as Mackenzie’s, it was still quite pleasant.

Their faces were almost pressed together, and Emmanuel had to use his chest to keep his head slightly raised to avoid accidentally kissing her.

“Hmph, aren’t you the Wolf Warrior? Why are you so incompetent? You were easily captured by a few riffraff!” In the trunk, the woman in white, clearly in a bad mood, mocked Emmanuel.

hers, still wearing a relaxed smile. “Let’s not talk about me not having. any position in the Northern Region. The fact that you’re a Saintess-which I’m sure

teeth, she said, “Have you been assimilated by Mackenzie? I can’t believe you’re still arguing with me at a

sneered, looking at the woman in white up close without care, only silently staring at

her breathing becoming short as she stuttered, “W-What are

not thinking of taking advantage of me, is

now that her whole body was drenched, exuding

asking, “Can you tell me whether you

to be mistaken. People could undergo cosmetic surgery, but the eyes wouldn’t change. The eyes of the woman in white were

suddenly, her breathing becoming short as she stuttered, “W-What are you doing? Why are you suddenly

advantage of me, is

fantastic figure, especially now that her whole body was drenched, exuding a warm and moist feeling.

time before suddenly asking, “Can you

eyes wouldn’t change. The eyes of the woman in white were clearly the same

guess.” The woman in white deliberately played coy, her eyes showing a hint

completely forgotten the sense of danger from being bound. Maybe she was influenced by this