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,

What’s the point? Am

frying pan?

decided it was time to

to the nearby supermarket.

go back to his family

only make this place his

was so hungry that he

doing his grocery shopping.

Group, the meeting had just

at the time.

past nine.

was filled with work as

over to her Bentley.

driver took her in the direction

mansion.

she called out halfway through the

matter, Ms. Quillen?”

brakes and asked

didn’t answer

remembered that she was

had warned her not to return

mansion until she

should be wherever her husband was;

country’s millennium-long

of her status, she still had

now that she

me

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

was all the driver responded with,

curiosity.

Mackenzie’s only remaining male

to risk losing his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

ten when Emmanuel

apartment.

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lights on when leaving, so

already

looked as tidy

in sweat after

off his shirt and walked

on the spot the moment he

door.

stared wide-eyed at the woman in the

his ability to

enjoying a bubble bath with her

of the tub, her pink toes

in a field

though the bathtub

could still vaguely see what

water from

woman’s figure was

skin

Thump.

Thump.

began to race again,

ten

many women as a

had never felt anything.

he knew Mackenzie

from the rest.

you done staring? Do you want me to

your eyes?”

screaming, the woman

glared at him with eyes that could

never locked the bathroom door as she was

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but she now

Quillen. I didn’t know

all over

hurriedly fled.

initially, he leaned

exiting the bathroom

for air.

delay, and I’d probably

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other person’s habits. Her eyes were

inch of that body was

even he, a gynecologist,

way.

clutched her chest while

the bathtub.

managed to play it cool when the

now felt completely on edge after