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

the back of his hand. The smooth and

burning feeling in his heart. At that moment,

what he felt was

driven by his primitive instincts, and

level. Before he

her face, his head tilting down to meet

Mackenzie’s body trembled intensely. Once again, this

though, this time it felt

up a meager fight, her body responded

was melting away. She slowly closed her

take what

seemed as though Emmanuel

and he quickly

I didn’t mean to!”

his apologetic expression. Was this man a

hadn’t resisted him at all, so why did he stop and

bear his apologies any longer, so she

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

a stern

and retreated back into the

her chest,

consumed by regret. When did he