Love At The Wrong Table

She hadn’t expected the man to be so dense. After enduring such an awful dish, he still continued to eat the spicy prawns, making Rhea feel even more accomplished, proving that her cooking was genuinely delightful. Otherwise, how could such a simple man fall for it again?

“F*ck! Why is it so spicy?! It’s killing me! Ah!”

Seeing the man spit out the food and desperately cry out in pain while clutching his throat, Rhea was ecstatic. Yes, yes, yes! she exulted. Level cleared again! Now, let’s see who this unfortunate fellow is!

Initially, she felt a little guilty about the prank, but that man had the audacity to claim that even a pig could cook better than her. So, he deserved this! However, when she finally stepped out and laid eyes on the man, her face turned pale. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Holy sheet! W-what… Emmanuel?! What is he doing here? Isn’t Ms. Hannah Mackenzie’s aunt? Why would she introduce Emmanuel to me?! What kind of twisted fate is this?!

In the next moment, Rhea rushed toward Emmanuel. In her panic, she gently embraced him and, with a teary voice, apologized, “Emmanuel, I’m so sorry! I had no idea it was you! If I knew it was you, I would never have done this…”

she felt like crying. How could she have tricked the same person twice?! And of all people, it had to be the

again. Are you trying to murder me?” Emmanuel glared

that! I really didn’t mean to. Please forgive me. I don’t cook this badly normally. I did it on purpose…” As she explained, her words only seemed to dig her into a deeper hole, and she started crying in frustration. “I didn’t mean it like that… Oh, what am I even

to cry. “I knew from the start that it was your cooking,

her finger at Emmanuel. After a moment, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She gently slapped Emmanuel’s arm and pouted, saying, “You’re such a meanie, Emmanuel! How can

installed a camera in Room 8 to capture any incriminating evidence of Emmanuel’s true nature.

pleased and sneered, “I knew he’s a no good guy! I’ve caught

looking at, Ms. Hannah?” Juan, hearing her talking to herself while looking at her phone, approached and asked.