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Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813

If Lucy hadn’t revealed the secret to her earlier, Roselynn would’ve thought

Jennifer had gone mad upon hearing those words.

The soup was absolutely not to be consumed, but outright refusal without

evidence would make it difficult to corner this mother-son pair. Ultimately, if

suspicions arose, it would be Lucy who would suffer the consequences.

Roselynn wasn’t foolish. She responded with an enigmatic smile and said,

“Jaxton’s mom, hearing you say that, I almost thought you had a wire loose in

your head! Who’d have thought you’re actually so sweet?!”

Jennifer’s lips twitched. What does she mean by “actually so sweet?” Does

this woman think of her as some scheming, wicked mother-in-law?! This is

absolutely preposterous!

Despite being livid, Jennifer forced a smile and said, “Roselynn, our conflicts

are just about family rules. As long as you behave well, I will definitely treat

you well! Come, you haven’t had your dinner tonight, so I especially had the

servant make you some soup. Drink it while it’s hot…”

With a single glance, Lucy handed the bowl of soup to Roselynn.

“Set it aside for now. I’m not hungry yet,” Roselynn replied calmly. However,

Jennifer’s mission was yet to be completed; there was no way she would

walk away just like that.

She had Lucy serve a small bowl of soup and personally handed it to

Roselynn, saying, “Soup is best enjoyed hot. Come, have some!”

With Jennifer being this accommodating, it was up to Roselynn whether she

dared to refuse.

In truth, it wasn’t that Roselynn didn’t dare; she simply couldn’t. If she knocked

the bowl over now, it would prove that Lucy had warned her in advance,

which would ultimately harm the poor servant. So, she had no choice but to

accept the bowl and take a small sip.

“Enjoy your soup. I’ll take my leave!” Jennifer smiled.

Naturally, she had been maintaining a facade in front of Roselynn all this while, and even she could hardly contain herself. Upon seeing that Roselynn

had taken a small sip of the soup, she left at once.

After the door closed, Roselynn quickly spat out the soup.

“Hmph, trying to harm me? It won’t be so easy!”

Roselynn was both shocked and furious. The idea of a mother-in-law

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