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…”

crossed her

this time. Should he or should he not sleep with his wife that night? Making the wrong choice might turn a simple task into a complicated

addressed her directly. “I don’t want

statement struck a chord with

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

naturally red lips deeply enticed Emmanuel, making it impossible

look at his alluring wife. Her silky nightgown made her figure alluring, almost

Mackenzie that night

taking action yet?” Mackenzie

Emmanuel hesitated.

was not without desire; he had thought about this many times. He was sure that if Mackenzie ever gave consent, 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, he felt that Mackenzie’s demeanor

a cold command. She wanted to kiss Emmanuel to confirm if the feeling matched the one from that day on the beach when that man forcibly