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,

point? Am I supposed to

frying pan?

the man decided it was time to make

to the nearby supermarket.

couldn’t go back to his family

this place

hungry that he

doing his grocery shopping.

the

Mackenzie glanced at the time. It

past nine.

her mind was filled

over to her Bentley.

in the

mansion.

called out halfway through

the matter, Ms. Quillen?” the driver

the brakes

naturally didn’t answer him. In

only just remembered that

warned her not to return

mansion until she had

woman should be wherever

country’s millennium-long

of her status, she still had to live

now that she

Take me to

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

all the driver

curiosity.

Mackenzie’s only remaining male driver, he

to risk losing his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

when Emmanuel

apartment.

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left the lights on

was already

looked as

sweat after grocery shopping,

shirt and walked toward

on the spot the moment

door.

at the woman in the

ability

was enjoying a bubble bath with

the tub, her pink toes looking like

a field

though the bathtub was filled

could still vaguely see

from where he

woman’s figure was

her skin shimmered

Thump.

Thump.

heart began to race again,

ten times

many women as a

had never felt anything.

time, he

from the rest.

Do you want me to

your eyes?”

of screaming, the woman

him with eyes that

never locked the bathroom door as

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she

Ms. Quillen. I didn’t know you were

goosebumps all over his skin,

hurriedly fled.

he leaned

exiting the bathroom and

for air.

of delay, and I’d probably be dead. This

problem with blitz marriages. You

the other person’s habits. Her eyes were

every inch of that body

he, a gynecologist, would

way.

Mackenzie clutched her chest

the bathtub.

she had managed to play it cool when the

in, she now felt