A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 297

Was this how heartbreak felt like?

It was horrible. It felt like her heart was tearing apart.

She wanted to give up.

However, she refused to admit defeat when she recalled how Mackenzie

tried to provoke her just moments ago.

As the princess of the Lenoir family, she couldn’t afford to lose!

“Ms. Lenoir!” Roselynn quickly walked over to console her. “Are you alright?”

Claudette forced a smile and replied, “Roselynn, I… I’m fine.”

Still, Roselynn went to her and gave her a gentle embrace.

Jaxton could only watch this scene from behind his wife. He had accepted

the fact that she had surpassed him in status.

“Roselynn, I don’t feel so good. Please excuse me!”

Claudette hurriedly left then.

She was afraid that her tears would start flowing if she walked too slowly, and

everyone would know that she had her heart broken.

Watching the back of her best friend and employer, Roselynn let out a sigh

before quickly calling her younger brother.

While his wife was undoubtedly important, he couldn’t completely disregard

her boss‘ feelings!

chat with Ms. Lenoir, Manny?”

knew that a single word from

anything she could say.

“Oh, okay!”

caught up to Mackenzie at the door of the hotel room

now.

had already closed the door.

he was hesitating whether to

a bad mood. Thus, he decided to check on Claudette

first!

he would never develop feelings for

long regarded Claudette as a good friend

ignore her.

idiot knocked yet?”

knock on the door inside the

beat faster

a princess being chased out of the castle by

Emmanuel knocked, she would let that fool

Instead, he turned around and ran

hotel, only to find Claudette by the water fountain at the hotel

in her

her reflection in the

tears.

a little lost

never lacked suitors due to her

the center

why she never thought that there would come a day

have to pursue a man.

couldn’t win him over, and she

powerful rival who defeated and

afterward!

know what

figure and let out a sigh.

always dreaded tears on a woman’s face. Slowly,