Love At The Wrong Table

Emmanuel couldn’t contain his laughter at Mackenzie’s childish expression.

“Do we really need to compare things like this?” he chuckled.

“Of course! If a woman marries a man who loves her less, she’s at a

significant disadvantage,” Mackenzie replied seriously. Deep down, she

worried that he might take offense or feel unhappy with her words. However,

his response surprised her. Instead of getting upset, he said, “Well, it looks like

I’ll have to love you even more in the future. Otherwise, you’ll be at a

disadvantage!”

The atmosphere in the room shifted with that simple statement, leaving

Mackenzie stunned as she stared at him, utterly agog. His words came

straight from his heart, and this time he could truly feel the love Mackenzie

had for him-something he hadn’t realized before. Of course, he also felt the

depth of his own love for her, surpassing the initial infatuation he had

experienced.

ignite. Then, Emmanuel

his hand. The smooth and

in his heart. At that moment, even

what he felt was

intense heat driven by his primitive instincts,

Before he knew it, he

head tilting down to meet her

intensely. Once

Annoyingly, though, this time it felt different from

meager fight, her

was melting away. She slowly closed her

take what he

it seemed as though Emmanuel had suddenly regained his

face flushed with embarrassment, and he

sorry! I… I didn’t mean to!” Mackenzie

his apologetic

so why

apologies any longer, so she

in trouble if you dare to do

him a stern talking to, she

and retreated back into the

a hand against her chest,

his face, consumed by regret. When did