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…”

blurted out and then appeared somewhat nervous. She crossed her arms

with his wife that night? Making the wrong choice might turn a simple task

you?” Emmanuel approached his wife, placed the items aside, and addressed her directly.

struck a

to Emmanuel, tilted

face and naturally red lips deeply enticed Emmanuel, making

wife. Her silky nightgown made her figure alluring,

night was a burning

action yet?” Mackenzie said with her

Emmanuel hesitated.

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

to kiss Emmanuel to confirm if the feeling matched the one from that day on the