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?

decided it was time to

to the nearby supermarket.

to his family

only make this place his

hungry that he bought himself

doing his grocery shopping.

at Terence Group, the meeting had just

the time. It was

past nine.

mind was filled with work as she

over to her Bentley.

driver took her in the direction of the

mansion.

she called out halfway through

Ms. Quillen?” the driver

brakes

woman naturally didn’t answer him. In fact,

that she was

had warned her not to return to

family mansion until

woman should be wherever

the country’s millennium-long

she still had to live

now that

me to

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

driver responded with, despite

curiosity.

remaining

his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

ten when Emmanuel returned to

apartment.

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lights on when leaving, so he

was already

place looked as

in sweat after grocery shopping, the

his shirt and walked

freeze on the spot the

door.

the woman in the tub,

his ability

bubble bath

out of the tub, her pink toes looking

a

though the bathtub was filled with

vaguely see what

from where he was

woman’s figure was stunning beyond

skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

heart began to race

ten

many women

had never felt anything.

he knew

from the rest.

staring? Do you want me to

your eyes?”

the woman

with

locked the bathroom door as she was

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she now regretted not

Quillen. I

all over his

hurriedly fled.

acting calm initially, he leaned against

the bathroom and

for air.

of delay, and I’d probably be dead.

problem with blitz marriages.

other person’s habits. Her

of that

he, a gynecologist,

way.

her chest while

the bathtub.

she had managed to play

now felt completely on edge

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