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.

I do. now? She’s my sister-in-law. I can’t just reveal my identity outright, let alone pursue a romantic relationship with her. I have to tactfully turn her down without hurting her

waiting for a while without getting a response, Beatrix finally puffed up her cheeks. in frustration. “Why aren’t

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

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

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

lunch to rush over had left him quite

at his remark.

dumbfounded. “Huh?

to bring you a fruit cake

back to the table and picked up the cupcake filled with love.

brows

better. Just a couple of days ago at home, he had been watching her baking in the kitchen, not

at that time. Seeing the thing in front of him, he worried that eating it would pose a life-threatening

sparkling. “I put a lot of effort into this,

smile shyly. This Was her first time

a taste.” Emmanuel remained cautious, agreeing to just a

that small bite, his face screwed up with agony. Some cakes cost money, but Beatrix’s