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.

that’s perfect. I’ll give you one now. From now on, you’ll

disregarding Emmanuel’s preferences.

call you Manuel from now

Emmanuel furrowed his

and willful. She had

yes, Manuel, how did you manage to leave the hotel unscathed

night?” she asked.

the incident grew stronger. Mackenzie

despite her relentless questioning. She turned

to unravel

couldn’t provide a straightforward response because

want anyone to know about

deal with

made a guess when she saw

pondered over it last night, and this

had

the

explicit scenes in her

the case, she couldn’t help but feel guilty

Mackenzie.

We just spent some time alone together,”

Emmanuel confessed.

Alone together? Did anything

hug, and that was

you? Was it a tight hug? And then

Why are you asking