Love At The Wrong Table

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,

the point? Am I

frying pan?

man decided it was time to make a

to the nearby supermarket.

to

only make this

that he bought himself a bun

doing his grocery shopping.

Terence Group, the meeting had just

the time.

past nine.

was filled with

over to her Bentley.

driver took her in the direction

mansion.

called out halfway through

matter, Ms. Quillen?”

brakes

didn’t answer him.

that she was

had warned her not to return to

family mansion until she had

be wherever her husband

country’s millennium-long

status, she still had

now that she

Take me to Yociam

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

was all the driver responded with, despite

curiosity.

only remaining male driver, he

risk losing his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

when Emmanuel

apartment.

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left the lights on when leaving, so he

already

as tidy as

in sweat after grocery

shirt and walked toward

freeze on the spot

door.

wide-eyed at the woman in the

his ability

was enjoying a bubble bath with

her

in a

though the bathtub was filled

could still vaguely see what

the water from where

figure was

her skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

to race again, and

was ten

seen so many women as a gynecologist,

had never felt anything.

this time, he knew Mackenzie was

from the rest.

staring? Do you want me to carve

your eyes?”

screaming, the woman threatened him

glared at him with eyes that could

never locked the bathroom door as she

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alone, but she now regretted

I didn’t know

goosebumps all over his skin,

hurriedly fled.

he leaned against

upon exiting the bathroom and

for air.

of delay, and I’d probably be

the problem with blitz marriages.

other person’s habits. Her eyes

God, every inch of

even he,

way.

her chest while

the bathtub.

she had managed to play it cool

she now felt