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 to

frying pan?

man decided it was time

to the nearby supermarket.

couldn’t go back to

only make this place his new

he

doing his grocery shopping.

Group, the

at the time. It was

past nine.

mind was filled with

over to her Bentley.

driver took her in

mansion.

called out

matter, Ms. Quillen?”

brakes and asked

naturally didn’t answer him.

just remembered that she

warned her not

until she had

should be wherever

the country’s

she still had to

that

Take me to

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

was all the driver responded with,

curiosity.

only remaining male driver, he

to risk losing his high-paying

careless with his words.

was past ten when Emmanuel returned

apartment.

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had left the lights on when leaving, so he

Mackenzie was already home, especially

looked as tidy

in sweat after grocery shopping,

off his shirt and

spot the moment he opened

door.

stared wide-eyed at the

his ability

bubble bath with her

out of the tub, her pink toes

a field of

bathtub was filled with

vaguely see

from where

woman’s figure was stunning beyond

skin

Thump.

Thump.

heart began to race again, and this

ten times

many women as a

had never felt anything.

this time, he knew Mackenzie was

from the rest.

Do you want

your eyes?”

of screaming, the

him with eyes

the bathroom door as

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she now regretted not

Ms. Quillen. I didn’t

goosebumps all over his skin,

hurriedly fled.

calm initially, he leaned

the

for air.

and I’d probably be

with blitz marriages.

habits. Her

my God, every inch of that

think that even he, a gynecologist, would

way.

her

the bathtub.

managed to play it cool

felt

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