Love At The Wrong Table

Emmanuel felt somewhat helpless, but that was just the way Beatrix was. To sum it up in one word, she was headstrong. “Okay. Let’s go.”

With Mackenzie’s permission, he left with Angela.

Logan, however, confused by this turn of events. After Emmanuel left, he couldn’t help but ask, “Ms. Mackenzie, the Quillen family is supposed to make an appearance tonight. Is it really okay for Emmanuel to leave now?”

He just found it odd. If Ms. Beatrix is having relationship issues, why did Ms. Mackenz send her husband instead of helping her out herself? Is this some kind of a soap opera drama?

Mackenzie didn’t bother explaining it to him. She just said impassively, “Don’t worry about it.”

“O-Okay.” Logan nodded repeatedly. Despite Mackenzie’s changes in front of

Emmanuel, she remained the aloof Ms. Mackenzie in his eyes!

As Emmanuel arrived at the Silverbane Residence with Angela, he had already changed into a sleek black suit topped with the pig mask from the other day.

Sure enough, Beatrix had been lingering at the Silverbane Residence, refusing to leave.

As soon as she saw the masked man enter the living room, she immediately dashed over. “Hey, big hero! Great to see you again!” Though she had wanted to warmly embrace the hero, now he stood before her, she hesitated, a shy expression face.

just reveal my identity outright, let alone pursue a romantic relationship with her. I

for a while without getting a response, Beatrix finally puffed up her

“Well, looks like your hero might be

how the love story between Emmanuel and his sister-in-law would unfold next. It feels awkward yet amusing

just a bit hungry. Not much energy to chat,” Emmanuel casually

over had left him

at his remark. “Awesome!”

“Huh?

I just happened to bring you a fruit cake that I made myself! You should try

back to the table and picked up the

Emmanuel’s brows furrowed.

knew much better. Just a couple of days ago at home, he had been watching her baking in the kitchen,

what she had been doing at that time. Seeing the thing in front of him,

were sparkling. “I put a lot of effort into this, so it should taste decent, but I might’ve overdone

help but smile shyly. This Was her first time cooking for a man herself. This cake

let me have a taste.” Emmanuel remained cautious, agreeing

his face screwed up with agony. Some cakes cost money, but Beatrix’s could cost lives! It’s too sickly sweet! Did she put a