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

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

up close without care, only silently staring

“W-What are you doing? Why are you suddenly staring at

thinking of taking advantage of me, is

in white had a fantastic figure, especially now that her whole body was drenched, exuding

suddenly asking, “Can you tell me whether

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

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

not thinking of taking advantage of

that her whole body was drenched, exuding a warm

asking, “Can you tell me whether you are

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

you guess.” The woman in white deliberately played coy, her eyes

to have completely forgotten the sense of danger from being bound. Maybe she was