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,

food! What’s the point? Am I supposed

frying pan?

was time to make

to the nearby supermarket.

couldn’t go back to his family

this place his new

he bought himself a

doing his grocery shopping.

Group, the meeting had just

the time. It was

past nine.

her mind was filled with work as

over to her Bentley.

took her in the direction

mansion.

called out halfway through

the matter, Ms. Quillen?” the

brakes

naturally didn’t answer

just remembered that

Terence had warned her not

mansion until she had

wherever her husband

country’s

status, she still had

now that she

me to Yociam

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

driver responded with,

curiosity.

Mackenzie’s only remaining male

his high-paying job

careless with his words.

was past ten when Emmanuel

apartment.

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left the lights on when

already

looked as tidy

sweat after grocery shopping, the

his shirt and walked toward the

to freeze on the spot the moment he opened

door.

at the woman in the

ability to

was enjoying a bubble bath with

her pink toes

in a field

bathtub was filled

still vaguely

water from where he was

figure was

her skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

to race again, and this

ten times

seen so many women as a

had never felt anything.

time, he knew

from the rest.

you done staring? Do you want

your eyes?”

screaming, the woman threatened him

with

bathroom door

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alone, but she now regretted

I

goosebumps all over

hurriedly fled.

acting calm initially, he

exiting the bathroom

for air.

and I’d probably

the problem with blitz marriages.

habits. Her

every inch of that

even he, a

way.

Mackenzie clutched her

the bathtub.

had managed to play it

felt completely on

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