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.

somewhat awkward. What should I do. now? She’s my sister-in-law. I can’t just reveal my identity outright, let alone pursue a romantic relationship with

without getting a response, Beatrix finally puffed up

“Well, looks like your hero might be a shy heartthrob, so I’ll leave you two alone!”

down, she was curious about how the love story between Emmanuel and his sister-in-law would unfold next. It feels awkward yet

a bit hungry. Not much energy

rush over had left him quite

all excited at his remark.

was dumbfounded. “Huh?

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

to the table and

Emmanuel’s brows

knew much better. Just a couple of days ago at home, he had been watching her baking in the kitchen, not knowing what she was up to. He har even

the thing in front of him, he

of effort into

time cooking for a man herself. This

me have a taste.” Emmanuel remained cautious,

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