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.

one now. From now on, you’ll go

announced, disregarding Emmanuel’s preferences.

she continued, “I’ll call

on earth?” Emmanuel furrowed his

indeed stubborn and willful. She

yes, Manuel, how did you manage to leave the

night?” she asked.

curiosity about the incident grew

despite her relentless questioning. She turned

to unravel the

Emmanuel couldn’t provide a straightforward response because

anyone to know about his past

with

made a guess when she saw his

pondered over it last night, and this seemed

possibility. After all, Emmanuel had

possible that the woman had fallen for

imagined explicit scenes in her

case, she

Mackenzie.

kind of deal? We just spent some time alone

Emmanuel confessed.

Alone together? Did anything physical

a hug, and

you? Was it a tight hug? And then what

Why