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.

seemed to ignite. Then, Emmanuel took a step forward

hand. The

feeling in his heart. At that moment,

what he felt

an intense heat driven by his

to an unprecedented level. Before he knew it, he found himself

head tilting down to meet her soft

trembled intensely. Once again,

time it felt different from before.

up a meager fight, her body

She slowly closed her

what he

Emmanuel

flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly took

profusely, “I’m sorry! I… I

his apologetic expression. Was this man

all, so why did he stop

apologies any longer, so

in trouble if you dare to do this again

a stern talking to, she turned

the room. She

against her chest,

face, consumed by regret.