Love At The Wrong Table
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Emmanuel hurried over to help Mackenzie up, but his
hand stopped in the air abruptly when he sensed an
intimidating aura around her.
He hesitated, wondering if he should touch her.
Looking at the motionless woman with beads of sweat
trickling down her forehead, he eventually mustered
his courage and picked her up.
To his surprise, she felt much lighter than he expected
for a five-and-a-half-foot-tall person.
In fact, he reckoned she weighed only around a
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hundred and ten pounds.
“D-Don’t touch me!”
Mackenzie still managed to shoot him a steely glare
despite the gripping pain she felt.
It was nothing compared to how much she detested
the touch of a man, let alone being carried by one.
Goosebumps broke out across her body the moment
Emmanuel touched her.
The man evaded her hostile eyes and gently put her
down on the couch, saying, “Just look at you. You don’t
eat regularly. That’s why you’re having stomach flu
now.”
Wait. How does he even know that? We’ve only known
each other for a day!
Mackenzie was taken aback by how much Emmanuel
knew about her, but before she could respond,
Emmanuel had lifted her nightgown.
“W-What do you think you’re doing? I’ll kill you!”
Mackenzie exploded in a burst of energy, twisting
Emmanuel’s arm.
There was no way she would let a man like him take
advantage of her, especially when she was a daughter
of the Quillen family and had been practicing martial
arts her whole life.
Despite how painful the grip was, Emmanuel did not
fight back. “I’m just trying to help ease your pain,” he
explained, gritting his teeth.
Looks can be deceiving, man. She’s not ladylike at all,
despite how gorgeous she is!
“A-Aren’t you a gynecologist? Do you know internal
medicine too?”
Mackenzie had doubts, but there was no time for that.
Another sharp spasm of pain struck, forcing her to let
go of Emmanuel and hold her stomach.
“I can well call 911 if you don’t trust me, but you’ll have
endure the pain until you reach the
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this, Mackenzie took her phone
was no way she would swallow her
his way,
a ball because
aside and squatted down in front of
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felt a big,
she did not stop
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figured she should trust
him into
purely
his
when he saw Mackenzie’s pair of fair
flawless legs.
he gulped without even
her skirt.
gynecologist, he had never
any
quickly collected his thoughts
before warming her
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heat from his
“Urgh…”
felt more comfortable when
went through her stomach, dispelling the
from earlier.
the gesture a few times
massaged her lower abdomen.
are tight
enough to
you’re doing?” Mackenzie asked,
her lower lip.
always abhorred men’s touch, but
when Emmanuel touched
of distaste was
good and
The feeling perplexed her.
applying pressure on your
avoid eye
help but steal
Mackenzie’s legs.
truly a
he know, Mackenzie was
move.
it. This man is finally showing
all put up a front as if they are
but the truth
They’re
are you feeling?”
already. You should stop
Mackenzie instructed coldly.
she told,
this aversion? I’m
I’m just trying
her lower lip and
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understand
happen between a man and a woman.
uncomfortable
something to
work overtime with an empty
remarked, standing
as a
asked indifferently.
“Is that even important?”
have to be
that
at eleven,
disturb me after that.”
and smiled
with a company
than working at
headed to her
the door with a plate of spaghetti with
sight baffled Mackenzie when she
door.
the ingredients? Wait. Do you
how to cook?”
bought groceries. Your kitchen
About Love At The Wrong Table - Chapter 8
Love At The Wrong Table is the best current series of the author Emmanuel Lowe. With the below Chapter 8 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 8 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com