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?

frying pan?

the man decided it was time to make a trip

to the nearby supermarket.

back to his family for

make this place his new

was so hungry that he bought

doing his grocery shopping.

the meeting

the

past nine.

usual, her mind was filled with work

over to her Bentley.

driver took her in the direction

mansion.

called out halfway through the

matter, Ms. Quillen?”

the brakes and

answer him. In fact,

only just remembered that she

had warned her not to return to

mansion until she had given

woman should be wherever her husband was;

country’s

her status, she still had to

that she

around. Take me to

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

the driver responded with, despite

curiosity.

only remaining male

to risk losing his high-paying job

careless with his words.

when Emmanuel returned to

apartment.

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left the lights on

was already home, especially

place looked as

after

his shirt and walked toward the

freeze on the spot the

door.

stared wide-eyed at the woman in

ability to

bubble bath

the tub, her

in a

bathtub

vaguely see what

the water from where he

woman’s figure was stunning

her skin

Thump.

Thump.

heart began to race

ten times

women

had never felt anything.

time, he knew Mackenzie was

from the rest.

you want me to

your eyes?”

the woman threatened him

him with eyes that

never locked the bathroom door as

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staying alone, but she now regretted

sorry, Ms. Quillen. I didn’t know you were

goosebumps all over his skin,

hurriedly fled.

acting calm initially, he leaned against the

upon exiting the

for air.

delay, and I’d probably be dead. This

the problem with blitz marriages.

other person’s habits.

of

that even he,

way.

Mackenzie clutched her chest

the bathtub.

to play it

felt completely on