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.

to ignite. Then, Emmanuel took a step forward as if he was

his hand. The smooth

in his heart. At that moment, even the most

what he felt was

felt an intense heat driven by his primitive instincts,

an unprecedented level. Before he

face, his head tilting down to meet

Mackenzie’s body trembled intensely. Once again,

this time it felt different from

up a meager fight,

if she was melting away. She slowly closed her

take what he

it seemed as though Emmanuel had suddenly regained his

embarrassment, and he quickly took

sorry! I… I

disbelief, staring at his apologetic expression. Was this man

hadn’t resisted him at all, so

apologies any longer, so she slapped

face and spoke coldly, “You’re in trouble if you dare

him a stern talking to, she turned

retreated back into the room. She leaned against the

a hand against her chest, feeling her

covered his face, consumed by regret. When did he