Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 120

“I’ve had enough.”

Nodding, Mackenzie wiped her lips daintily.

The next second, she was stunned.

Emmanuel picked up her leftovers and ate them without hesitation.

Shocked, Mackenzie pointed a finger at him. “H–How could you do that?”

“What?”

Emmanuel blinked innocently. “Didn’t you say you’ve had enough?”

“You shouldn’t have ate it even if I didn’t want it!”

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Mackenzie felt as if he was on a different wavelength than her. She

-scowled at his look of confusion. “You finishing my leftovers is the same as

us kissing, isn’t it?”

Comprehension dawned on Emmanuel’s face.

So that’s what she’s worried about.

Then, he laughed. “You almost kissed me that night when you were drunk,

Quillen. How does

finished his sentence, he

next moment, a pillow came

reacted quickly by catching it. He gazed

Mackenzie in terror.

frigid glare was as cold as a blade forged with ice

him down. He felt a premonitory pain all over

word, or I’ll

had misandry and would get goosebumps if a man so much

brushed her skin.

at the earlier sight

half–eaten pancake.

dare he bring up the embarrassing thing I did? Is he

fell hastily silent at the sight of the sharp cutleries

ready to fling them at him. His gaze fell

unfinished glass of milk.

are you looking at?” Mackenzie snapped.

glass in a gulp lest

thumbs–up of approval. “That’s

Avoid wastage.”

“Get out!”

leaped to her feet after

wasn’t indirectly kissing, drinking my milk

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was not Emmanuel’s intention; he simply did not like

the frigid woman like he

his own glass, then

suddenly turned to him. “Don’t you think living like this robs

man of his dignity?”

“What?”