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.

air seemed to ignite. Then, Emmanuel took a step forward as if he was entranced, gently caressing

his hand. The smooth and

his heart. At that moment,

what he

body felt an intense heat driven by his

unprecedented level. Before he knew it,

her face, his head tilting down to meet her

body trembled intensely. Once again, this

though, this time

instinctively put up a meager fight, her body

away. She slowly closed

what he

Emmanuel had suddenly

with embarrassment, and he quickly took

“I’m sorry! I… I didn’t mean

staring at his apologetic expression. Was this

resisted him at all, so why did he stop and

bear his apologies any longer, so she slapped him

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

she delivered him a stern

face and retreated back into the room. She leaned against

hand against her chest, feeling her heart

face, consumed by regret.