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.

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

his hand. The smooth and tender

heart. At that moment, even

would recognize that what he felt was

an intense heat driven by

Before he knew it,

her face, his head tilting down

Mackenzie’s body trembled intensely. Once again,

her! Annoyingly, though, this time it felt different from before.

meager fight, her

away. She slowly closed her

what he

seemed as though Emmanuel had suddenly regained

face flushed with embarrassment, and he

profusely, “I’m sorry! I… I

at his apologetic expression. Was this man a

so why

was unable to bear his apologies any longer, so she slapped

trouble if you dare to

him a stern talking to, she turned around with

retreated back into the

pressed a hand against her chest, feeling her heart

face, consumed by regret. When