Love At The Wrong Table

“I’m sorry,

Mackenzie! I promise I won’t go to places like that again, no matter what!” Emmanuel sincerely apologized.

“Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who allowed you to go.” Mackenzie turned away, gazing out the window in silence.

However, Emmanuel still felt guilty. It seemed that his decision last night was indeed a terrible one. Married men, for any reason, should avoid places that could cause trouble for their wives.

Emmanuel had originally planned to talk to Mackenzie about Sarah, but seeing that his wife was in a bad mood, he ultimately chose not to continue.

“Make a stop at Luxoria Hotel!” Mackenzie suddenly spoke up as they approached Cloudscape Mall.

“Alright.” Emmanuel nodded without asking why, allowing Mackenzie to prompt him. “Don’t you want to know why I’m going there?”

“It’s a business matter. Do you have a client meeting?” Emmanuel hit the nail on the head. However, Mackenzie didn’t like that at all. She believed that the sense of mystery would gradually fade if they became too familiar with each other.

They say that seven years is the itch, but she and Emmanuel had only been together for less than half a year. Was it starting already?

the hotel!” she said intentionally, hoping to make Emmanuel jealous. It seemed like it had been a while since he had been jealous for her sake.

but he even asked nonchalantly, “Would it be

together and shot him an angry glare as she spoke, “Wait for me in the car then!”

she got out of the car but became concerned that he would misunderstand. So, she added, “I’ll be back

were very contradictory. On one hand, she wanted Emmanuel to be jealous for her sake, but on the other hand, she didn’t want further suspicion between husband and wife, so she constantly felt indecisive.

and watched as Mackenzie

felt slightly anxious. This change definitely had to do with his visit to The Paradise the night before. However, what’s done is done; he

time to consult Rhea, his love guru, about what to

uncomfortable seeing his wife

suite on the top floor, where a middle- aged man in a suit stood. He appeared to be around fifty years old, with his

Quillen, Mr. Nathan has been waiting inside for quite some time. Please, go ahead!” the middle-

slightly and pushed

casually leaning back with his legs on the table, playing a mobile game and excitedly shouting, “Flank them, use the ultimate move! Oh man, can’t you do

Mackenzie, he