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

or should he not sleep with his wife that night? Making the wrong choice

and addressed her directly. “I don’t want to see you so troubled, looking

simple statement struck a chord

to resist her feelings any longer, Mackenzie leaned closer to

naturally red lips deeply enticed Emmanuel,

wife. Her silky nightgown made

Mackenzie that night was a burning

you taking action yet?” Mackenzie

Emmanuel hesitated.

he would exercise 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,

confirm if the feeling matched the one