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?”

cheek and said, “She’s just a secretary. I

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

with the house landline but 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 phone and I’m afraid something might

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

and he finally stood up, albeit

slowly opened as Calvin Gilbert drove in, rustling the parasol trees on both sides of

to open the car door for Serenity. He carefully watched her get out of the car with limited mobility. “Are

otherwise?” Her feet and stomach hurt. Pain and suffering were her current

eyes lit up as he rubbed his chin and said, “Then I’ll suffer a loss since 1

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

If your parents see us like

something wrong with his logic. Was she that

in Andalas knows how infamous you are, Mr. Gilbert. But no matter who 1 marry, I won’t marry you, lest 1

chatted as they walked. “Are you afraid that I will neglect you? Or are you afraid of staying alone