Love After a Steamy Affair

Chapter 143: Even if I Have to Get Married, I Wouldn’t Marry You

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The night was cool yet hazy as the neon lights lit up Andalas.

In the living room of the Rivers residence, Selena and Helena Turner were playing with Eva Grant. Eva was almost two years old and could already speak a few simple words. Although they usually came out more like babbles, one could still understand her if one listened carefully.

John sat on the single-seater sofa with a cup of tea in his hands, watching the television absentmindedly while occasionally glancing at the entrance. The laughter entering his ears could not calm the restlessness in his heart.

Selena fed Eva Grant a few broken pieces of biscuits and looked up at John. She saw him staring at the entrance in a daze. Selena looked out the window and noticed that the sky was already dark.

Then, she turned to the clock on the wall and saw that it was already nine o’clock. “Why isn’t Serene back yet?”

said, “She’s just a secretary. I don’t know why always has so many social events to

cup of water, not noticing that the cup of water was about to spill out. He did not even hear the conversation between the two

no one picked up. After hanging up the phone with slight disappointment, she took the cup from John’s hand and placed it on the coffee table. “No one picked up Serene’s

looked up at her blankly. His eyes were dark as if he

repeated herself and he finally stood up, albeit slowly, and

gates of the Rivers residence slowly opened as Calvin Gilbert drove in, rustling the parasol trees on both sides of the driveway with

car and got out to open the car door for Serenity. He carefully watched her get out of the car with limited mobility. “Are you sure you’ll

stomach hurt.

eyes lit up as he rubbed his chin and said, “Then I’ll suffer a loss since

didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn’t he

her. “I don’t dare to carry you on my back. If your parents see us like

logic. Was she that

you are, Mr. Gilbert. But no matter who 1 marry, I won’t

they walked. “Are you afraid that I will neglect you? Or