Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 138

After finishing his shift at the hospital, Emmanuel drove his Maserati straight

to Terence Group the next day.

To his surprise, he ran into Beatrix just as she got out of her car at the

entrance of the company building.

“Hey, Dummy!” Beatrix waved at Emmanuel.

Frowning, the man stepped out of his car and approached her, adopting a

serious tone. “Ms. Beatrix, I am not a dummy.”

“If you aren’t a dummy, why did you respond when I called?” Beatrix chuckled.

If she wasn’t his boss, he would have considered snapping back.

“All right, I won’t call you that anymore, okay? Don’t be so angry!”

Beatrix quickly tried to placate him, considering he had saved her life and

was also her brother–in–law. She felt obligated to show him some respect.

After all, the nickname was reserved exclusively for Mackenzie.

“Do you have a nickname?” Beatrix asked.

Emmanuel shook his head even though he had one which was mostly used

by his family.

I’ll give you one now. From now on, you’ll go by

Emmanuel’s

continued, “I’ll call

on earth?” Emmanuel

willful. She had forced a name

did you manage to leave

night?” she asked.

incident grew stronger. Mackenzie had

her relentless questioning.

hoping to unravel

Emmanuel couldn’t provide a

want anyone to know

sort of deal with the

made a guess when she

had pondered over it last night, and this seemed to be

possibility. After all, Emmanuel had good looks

the woman had fallen for

imagined explicit scenes in

the case, she couldn’t help but feel

Mackenzie.

What kind of deal? We just spent some time alone together,”

Emmanuel confessed.

together? Did anything physical

a hug,

a tight hug?

tight hug. Why are you