Sextuplets Saga Reckless Love

Chapter 22 Everyone Is a Bargirl Here

Before she could react, she felt a pair of warm lips plant themselves on hers.

She wondered, “I-Is Alfred kissing me?”

Jessica felt as if her wind was blown. In the blink of an eye, she pushed him away with her hands.

“Mr. Whiteburn, have you fooled around enough? If you have, it’s time I go back to work.”

“Don’t be angry.” Waving his hands, Alfred explained softly, “I absolutely have no intention of messing with you. Why don’t we do this? From today onwards, I’ll begin to pursue you.”

The moment he finished, he slipped away quickly, for fear of infuriating Jessica further.

After rubbing her lips with her fingers in displeasure, Jessica returned to the makeup room.

A few seconds later, a box of makeup foundation flew through the air and struck her on the face while she was putting on her makeup.

had not closed her

Jessica calmly took a piece of tissue and wiped the powder off her face methodically. Subsequently, her brows knitted slightly at the sight of Janice’s angry

you the cheek to seduce Mr. Whiteburn? Shouldn’t you look yourself in the mirror to check whether you’re worthy of him in

off the left side of her

in front of me. Let me tell you, Jessica, you’re nothing but a bargirl, who has no right to stay

to accuse her of not having the

rang out from outside the door. Natalie strutted in with her stilettoes and off-shoulder dress. Holding a clutch bag in her hand,

room is a bargirl. If you have anything against

drama indignantly, voiced

university graduate like you here. After all, we do not want to sully your eyes with the sight of

Whiteburn. I’m afraid he’s not interested in touching you even if you were

the girls in the makeup room took it

I was just talking about Jessica,” Janice quickly

Let me tell you, there are plenty of eligible men in Cerulean. Whether any of you manage to land one depends entirely on your own merits. If you fail, don’t go around causing trouble just because of your sour grapes. Otherwise, don’t blame me