Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 297

Chapter 297

Was this how heartbreak felt like?

It was horrible. It felt like her heart was tearing apart.

She wanted to give up.

However, she refused to admit defeat when she recalled how Mackenzie

tried to provoke her just moments ago.

As the princess of the Lenoir family, she couldn’t afford to lose!

“Ms. Lenoir!” Roselynn quickly walked over to console her. “Are you alright?”

Claudette forced a smile and replied, “Roselynn, I… I’m fine.”

Still, Roselynn went to her and gave her a gentle embrace.

Jaxton could only watch this scene from behind his wife. He had accepted

the fact that she had surpassed him in status.

“Roselynn, I don’t feel so good. Please excuse me!”

Claudette hurriedly left then.

She was afraid that her tears would start flowing if she walked too slowly, and

everyone would know that she had her heart broken.

Watching the back of her best friend and employer, Roselynn let out a sigh

before quickly calling her younger brother.

While his wife was undoubtedly important, he couldn’t completely disregard

her boss‘ feelings!

“How about you have a chat with Ms. Lenoir, Manny?”

Roselynn knew that a single word from Emmanuel would speak volumes

more than anything she could say.

“Oh, okay!”

Emmanuel had already caught up to Mackenzie at the door of the hotel room

now.

Unfortunately, the ice–cold woman had already closed the door.

Right when he was hesitating whether to knock, his older sister informed him

that Claudette was in a bad mood. Thus, he decided to check on Claudette

first!

Although he would never develop feelings for any woman outside of his

marriage, he had long regarded Claudette as a good friend and couldn’t just

ignore her.

“Why hasn’t that idiot knocked yet?”

As Mackenzie waited for Emmanuel to knock on the door inside the room, she

felt her heart beat faster for no reason.

She felt like a princess being chased out of the castle by a prince!

As long as Emmanuel knocked, she would let that fool inside.

However, Emmanuel didn’t knock. Instead, he turned around and ran out of

the hotel, only to replace Claudette by the water fountain at the hotel entrance,

lost in her thoughts.

Claudette was gazing at her reflection in the water, quietly wiping away her

tears.

She couldn’t help feeling a little lost since this was her first heartbreak.

Throughout her life, she had never lacked suitors due to her beauty and

wealth. She was always the center of attention.

That was why she never thought that there would come a day when she

would have to pursue a man.

Even more unexpectedly, she couldn’t win him over, and she turned out to

have an incredibly powerful rival who defeated and even taunted her

afterward!

She didn’t know what to do next!

Emmanuel watched Claudette’s trembling figure and let out a sigh.

He always dreaded tears on a woman’s face. Slowly, he approached

Claudette and handed her a napkin.

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“Don’t cry, Ms. Lenoir. Even if you’re beautiful, you’ll look like a ghost with tears.

running down your face.” Emmanuel forced a joke in a stiff voice.

Upon hearing the voice, Claudette jumped slightly and realized it was the

man who had hurt her the most. She couldn’t control her anger as she

clenched her small fists and hammered them against his sturdy chest.

Emmanuel, you fool! How could you be such an idiot?

You’re not playing by the rules! I was the one who knew you first!

Despite cursing all that, she couldn’t utter a word. She only continued to

pound on Emmanuel as if he were her enemy!

Claudette, who had never hit anyone before, realized how liberating it felt to

throw punches. The heaviness in her heart seemed to dissipate with each

blow.

Emmanuel also never expected the princess of the Lenoir family to be so

heavy–handed.

Nevertheless, he stood still and let her vent her frustration.

Unbeknownst to them, Mackenzie was quietly watching everything from the

window of her hotel room, clenching her teeth with anger.

The pride she had felt from defeating Claudette vanished in the snap of a

finger.

“Emmanuel, you jerk…”