Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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

doesn’t seem like a good man. Tell your sister to leave

new! If she’s interested, I can even introduce her

someone!”

that was quite considerate of Mackenzie. After all, the

for her icy demeanor,

hard to believe

professional persona.

felt her extraordinary kindness toward his

on her figure. She sensed his stare, followed his

then did she realize that

undone, briefly revealing a glimpse of her

this man.

at? If you keep ogling my

her finger at him, issuing

as he hastily turned away

mean to

trying to

I might not be able

had just happened? How dare

seducing him? Despite the fact

her body,

onto her. Did this idiot not realize

slightly, the men in

excitement and suffocate.

annoyed, she couldn’t help

first time. Well, it seemed gynecologists were

brought a smile to

rather annoyed, she also couldn’t help but feel a sense

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

on a different level.

goddess in Yeringham, a level

What level would

but ask, “Why are you

initially been angry, suddenly displaying a

let out a cold snort as her face smoothed