Chapter 913 I Am Your Wife

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“Old Mr. Quillen, I don’t mean his character.” Alfred rolled up his sleeves.

“Oh?” Terence gradually composed himself, no longer appearing intoxicated. “You mean his abilities?”

“Yes,” Alfred finally expressed. “Each time I meet him, his skills would improve significantly, which is quite unusual.”

“So, do you think he’s superior to you?” Terence asked with interest!

“I don’t know; perhaps he’s just a little more youthful,” Alfred replied modestly, then continued, “Old Mr. Quillen, do you suspect that he might be concealing something about his identity?”

as I’ve said before. As for his true identity, when the time comes, we will naturally find out. There’s no need to investigate further. I just need

old master had wisdom behind his seemingly simple demeanor. Emmanuel was

the other side, Emmanuel entered

quite spacious, almost as large as their residence in Yociam Residence, and even larger than some

take a shower first,” Mackenzie said to Emmanuel before entering the

couldn’t quite grasp Mackenzie’s thoughts. He felt like she had been carrying

bathroom, Mackenzie undressed, and with her eyes closed, she let the warm water wash

piece of art in the world. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of

This kind of impurity couldn’t be washed away with water, no matter how much

moments when that man had embraced her tightly in the sea, pressed his chest to hers on the shore, and kissed her. Although she hadn’t initiated those actions, they had undeniably happened. She didn’t know how to confess this to Emmanuel or whether she

realized how traditional she was and how strict she

the time on his phone. It had been almost an hour, and he wondered what his wife could possibly be doing in there. He knew Mackenzie had a cleanliness obsession, but

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