Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 442

“Manny, don’t listen to your sister! I’m fine!” Alessandra quickly intervened

before Roselynn could spill the beans. She wanted to prevent Roselynn from

revealing the extent of her injuries.

Emmanuel understood his mother’s selfless nature. She always prioritized

others over herself, and she didn’t want to jeopardize his relationship with his

brother-in-law.

So, she chose to keep the matter hidden. Sure enough, Alessandra spoke

highly of Jaxton, assuring Emmanuel that Jaxton didn’t mean any harm. She

even urged him to persuade his sister to reconcile with Jaxton swiftly.

Alessandra even mentioned that couples often had arguments but

reconciled by the end of the day, and that Roselynn should be a good wife.

Of course, Emmanuel wouldn’t agree to that. He had promised not to let his

sister suffer. However, he also didn’t want to go against his mother. So, he

simply stated that it was Roselynn’s decision to make, and they shouldn’t

pressure her.

After he ended the call, Mackenzie approached him. She had a pristine white

towel draped over her shoulders. As she was drying her damp hair, she

good man. Tell your sister to leave

interested,

someone!”

Mackenzie. After all, the esteemed CEO

her icy demeanor, was

that would be hard to believe for those familiar with

professional persona.

her extraordinary kindness toward his

on her figure. She sensed

and glanced down. Only then did she realize that her neckline

a glimpse of

this man.

If you keep ogling my chest,

pointed her finger at him,

as he hastily

“Ms. Quillen, I didn’t mean to look. It’s just that it

you were deliberately trying to entice me. Please

I might not be

widened in disbelief. What had just happened? How

esteemed Ms. Quillen, of seducing him? Despite

to catch a glimpse of her body,

realize

the men in Yeringham would

excitement and suffocate.

annoyed, she couldn’t help but notice

Well, it seemed gynecologists were also

brought a smile to

she also couldn’t help but

couldn’t help but think of Claudette’s diary and

on a different level. After all,

acclaimed goddess in Yeringham, a level

would she

but ask, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen?” He