Love At The Wrong Table

Emmanuel couldn’t shake off the feeling that Mackenzie wasn’t herself that day, and he was certain that something was bothering her.

Mackenzie’s lips curled slightly, her expression tinged with bitterness.

Just then, a servant knocked on the door. After receiving permission, they brought in the new items, including a new bathrobe for men.

“Mackenzie, you should rest first, and I’ll take a shower,” Emmanuel said as he held a pile of items. “You take the bed, and I’ll take the couch so as to not disturb your rest.”

As he was about to turn around, he heard Mackenzie instinctively ask, “Why do you want to sleep on the sofa?”

“I, um…” Emmanuel was genuinely rendered stupefied that night.

“Are you not my husband? Don’t you want to sleep with your wife?”

“Well, of course I do!” Emmanuel was straightforward and didn’t beat around the bush. “I was just worried your might not want to, so…”

somewhat nervous. She crossed her arms and lightly gripped her fingers. “It’s

with his wife that

aside, and addressed her directly. “I

struck a

any longer, Mackenzie leaned closer to Emmanuel, tilted her head

deeply enticed Emmanuel, making it

look at his alluring wife. Her silky

Mackenzie that night

aren’t you taking action yet?” Mackenzie said with her

Emmanuel hesitated.

his rights and duties as a husband. After all, becoming a grandmother was his mother’s wish, and Terence had pressured him many times to provide an heir as soon as possible. However, that night, he felt that Mackenzie’s demeanor was strange, not the type

up!” Mackenzie gave a cold command. She wanted to kiss Emmanuel to confirm if the feeling matched the one from that day on the