Love At The Wrong Table

Shane recoiled in fear. He silently pleaded, F*ck! Someone, please get a priest to exorcise this old witch. I don’t want to be with her!

“No, 1 can’t drive, especially not your car!” Shane vigorously shook his head and threw up his hands. He thought, / would have escaped long ago if it wasn’t for Manny.

Shane expected Ms. Wenlocke to be angry but was surprised when she smiled kindly and replied, “You’re still very young. You probably haven’t obtained your driver’s license yet. Don’t worry, I’ll drive and can even teach you how to drive.”

He was utterly stunned! He thought, I’m prepared for this, but it seems she wants to teach me how to intimate slowly!

“Let’s go. Get in the car.” Ms. Wenlocke remained enthusiastic, mindful of the collaboration instructions from higher-ups, not wanting to cause any trouble.

Shane quickly avoided her outstretched hand and headed straight to the back seat. Ms. Wenlocke, sitting in the driver’s seat, was displeased with his behavior. She thought, I have been in business for so many years and have never seen such an impolite child!

She urged, “Mr. Murphy, aren’t you being too distant? Come sit in the passenger seat.”

Shane had no choice but to reluctantly brace himself and sit in the passenger seat.

Ms. Wenlocke resumed her smile, assuming he had not chosen the passenger seat due to safety concerns. She reassured him, “Don’t be afraid. I’ve been driving for many years; my driving skills are excellent. Many male colleagues in the company have been in my car, and they all praise my driving skills.”

Shane gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, screaming within, This is insane! It seems that I’m not the only one who’ has fallen prey to this old witch. She has been using her power to take advantage of many men!

among all possible targets? It appears that she prefers young men and doesn’t

asked, “Mr. Murphy, what’s wrong? Are

car…” Shane subtly

own a car. If you don’t like mine, can

a feast in a private room. Just as they were about to sit down, Ms. Wenlocke’s phone

Murphy, I’m sorry. I must take this call,” she conveyed, leaving the

granted a reprieve and quickly devoured his meal. By the time Ms.

too much

Wenlocke asked, “Mr. Murphy, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Nothing. I just don’t like your car…” Shane subtly hinted, but it

own a car. If you don’t like mine,

the hotel, greeted by a feast in a private room. Just as they were about

conveyed, leaving the private room to ensure her

if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly devoured his

sight, she exclaimed, “Mr. Murphy, you eat

a fast eater,” Shane