Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 22

Early the next morning, Emmanuel awoke feeling a

cold gust of air blowing against his skin, causing his

body to tremble profusely.

He absentmindedly ran his hand across the

goosebumps on his arms. Sneezing twice in rapid

succession, he realized he was lying on the hard, cold

surface of the floor.

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Did she seriously leave me lying on the corridor outside

the house?

Fortunately, luck was on his side as the unit on the

seventeenth floor was the only unit on the top floor.

Had there been more, anyone who passed by would

have been amused at his peculiar situation.

“What a cruel woman!”

Emmanuel hurriedly got to his feet and recalled what

happened last night. It was obvious that Mackenzie

had left him to his own devices outside last night.

That wasn’t all, for he also discovered a few shoeprints

on his clothes. The size of the prints perfectly matched

the shoes Mackenzie wore, so he was pretty sure she

did this to him.

a mission. How could she

to me? What an

animal?

Click.

then, the door opened

head to

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Their eyes met.

once, Mackenzie feigned nonchalance

past Emmanuel.

immediately gripped her

skin was so smooth that he nearly lost his grip

her.

a death wish?”

daggers.

He must be tired of

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her wrist

have compassion?

care of me considering the

I am obviously in need of medical attention?

steps to

you abandon me and leave

if my injuries become

serious?”

really upset, but Mackenzie burst

to hear him compare himself to

right!” Mackenzie told

didn’t bother explaining herself and

leave.

vortex of anger swirled

an aversion to hitting women

take care of my wife,

take action against her

me!

When will you come home with

asked hurriedly before

elevator.