Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Being the magnanimous man that he was, Emmanuel

cast aside all his displeasure as soon as he found the

apartment and dragged his luggage in with him.

The unit was huge-more than twice the size of his

three-bedroom home-and the interior was lavishly

decorated.

The four-bedroom apartment felt a bit like a maze on

one’s first visit.

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One thing that Emmanuel noticed, however, was that

although the unit was fully furnished, there didn’t seem

to be any fast-moving consumer goods.

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That means she probably doesn’t live here on a

regular basis. Rich people sure love wasting what they

have, huh? I shared an eighty-square-foot home with

two family members, while this woman bought a

two-hundred-square-foot apartment and left it

unoccupied. If her grandfather hadn’t forced her to get

married, and she needed to use this place to keep me,

it probably would’ve stayed empty forever.

The man scoffed at his own thoughts.

Wait, “keep me?” I just made myself sound like I’m

living off her. That’s not what I’m here for! I just needed

to find a woman to spend my days with, and we’re

both getting something out of each other. Besides, I

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much the same as paying rent.

Out of the four bedrooms, only the biggest one had

multiple closets filled with brand-new clothes.

This must be her lair.

There was an array of shirts and coats, but only three

pairs of underwear-all of which were either fully white

or black and made of cotton.

What a waste of a body like that. Why doesn’t she wear

something spicier?

Despite thinking that, Emmanuel had no interest in

touching her clothes and walked away. Then, he

picked the bedroom furthest from hers as his own.

Considering how much Mackenzie hated men, he knew

he was better off staying as far away from her as

possible.

Rumble.

Feeling his stomach growl again, Emmanuel headed

into the kitchen.

Seriously? All this premium cookware and equipment,

no food! What’s the point? Am I supposed to

frying pan?

it was time to make a trip

to the nearby supermarket.

he couldn’t go back to his family for now,

only make this place

that he bought himself a bun

doing his grocery shopping.

at Terence Group, the

the time. It

past nine.

was filled with work as she

over to her Bentley.

driver took her in the direction of

mansion.

she called out halfway through the

matter, Ms. Quillen?” the

the brakes and

didn’t answer him. In fact,

only just remembered that she was now

warned her not to return

mansion until she had

wherever

the country’s millennium-long

her status, she still had to live

now that

Take me to Yociam

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

driver

curiosity.

Mackenzie’s only remaining male driver,

his

careless with his words.

ten when Emmanuel returned to

apartment.

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the lights on when

Mackenzie was already home,

as tidy

after

and walked

on the spot the moment he opened

door.

stared wide-eyed at the

his ability to

a bubble

the tub, her pink toes looking

a field of

though the bathtub

still vaguely see

water from

woman’s figure was stunning beyond

skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

to race again, and this

was ten times

many women as

had never felt anything.

time, he knew

from the rest.

you done staring? Do you want

your eyes?”

the woman threatened

glared at him with

the bathroom door as she was

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she now regretted not

Ms. Quillen. I didn’t know you

goosebumps all over his

hurriedly fled.

he leaned against the

the bathroom and

for air.

I’d

with

habits. Her eyes

inch of that body

that even he,

way.

clutched her chest

the bathtub.

had managed to play it cool when the

now felt

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