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.

locked, and suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to ignite. Then, Emmanuel took a step

the back of his hand. The smooth

At that moment, even

what

felt an intense heat driven by his primitive instincts, and

Before he knew it, he found

face, his head tilting down to meet her soft cherry

trembled intensely. Once again,

her! Annoyingly, though, this time

meager fight, her body responded to the

melting away. She slowly closed

what

it seemed as though Emmanuel had suddenly

flushed with embarrassment, and

profusely, “I’m sorry! I… I didn’t mean

disbelief, staring at his apologetic expression. Was this man

so why did he stop

his apologies any longer,

coldly, “You’re in trouble if you dare to do

stern talking to, she

and retreated back into the room. She leaned against the

pressed a hand against her

consumed by regret.