Love At The Wrong Table

Being the magnanimous man that he was, Emmanuel

cast aside all his displeasure as soon as he found the

apartment and dragged his luggage in with him.

The unit was huge-more than twice the size of his

three-bedroom home-and the interior was lavishly

decorated.

The four-bedroom apartment felt a bit like a maze on

one’s first visit.

One thing that Emmanuel noticed, however, was that

although the unit was fully furnished, there didn’t seem

to be any fast-moving consumer goods.

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That means she probably doesn’t live here on a

regular basis. Rich people sure love wasting what they

have, huh? I shared an eighty-square-foot home with

two family members, while this woman bought a

two-hundred-square-foot apartment and left it

unoccupied. If her grandfather hadn’t forced her to get

married, and she needed to use this place to keep me,

it probably would’ve stayed empty forever.

The man scoffed at his own thoughts.

Wait, “keep me?” I just made myself sound like I’m

living off her. That’s not what I’m here for! I just needed

to find a woman to spend my days with, and we’re

both getting something out of each other. Besides, I

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much the same as paying rent.

Out of the four bedrooms, only the biggest one had

multiple closets filled with brand-new clothes.

This must be her lair.

There was an array of shirts and coats, but only three

pairs of underwear-all of which were either fully white

or black and made of cotton.

What a waste of a body like that. Why doesn’t she wear

something spicier?

Despite thinking that, Emmanuel had no interest in

touching her clothes and walked away. Then, he

picked the bedroom furthest from hers as his own.

Considering how much Mackenzie hated men, he knew

he was better off staying as far away from her as

possible.

Rumble.

Feeling his stomach growl again, Emmanuel headed

into the kitchen.

Seriously? All this premium cookware and equipment,

but no food! What’s the point? Am I supposed to eat a

frying pan?

Thus, the man decided it was time to make a trip down

to the nearby supermarket.

Since he couldn’t go back to his family for now, he

could only make this place his new home.

He was so hungry that he bought himself a bun before

doing his grocery shopping.

Back at Terence Group, the meeting had just ended,

and Mackenzie glanced at the time. It was already

past nine.

Per usual, her mind was filled with work as she walked

over to her Bentley.

The driver took her in the direction of the family

mansion.

“Stop!” she called out halfway through the journey.

“What’s the matter, Ms. Quillen?” the driver immediately

hit the brakes and asked politely.

The woman naturally didn’t answer him. In fact, she

had only just remembered that she was now married,

and Terence had warned her not to return to the

Quillen family mansion until she had given birth.

A woman should be wherever her husband was; this

was the country’s millennium-long tradition.

Regardless of her status, she still had to live with her

husband now that she was married.

“Turn around. Take me to Yociam Residence.”

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

That was all the driver responded with, despite his

curiosity.

As Mackenzie’s only remaining male driver, he wasn’t

going to risk losing his high-paying job by being

careless with his words.

It was past ten when Emmanuel returned to the

apartment.

He had left the lights on when leaving, so he didn’t

realize Mackenzie was already home, especially since

the place looked as tidy as before.

Drenched in sweat after grocery shopping, the man

took off his shirt and walked toward the bathroom,

only to freeze on the spot the moment he opened the

door.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman in the tub, having

lost his ability to blink.

Mackenzie was enjoying a bubble bath with her legs

sticking out of the tub, her pink toes looking like flower

buds in a field of snow.

Even though the bathtub was filled with bubbles,

Emmanuel could still vaguely see what was

underneath the water from where he was standing.

The woman’s figure was stunning beyond description,

and her skin shimmered like moonstone.

Thump.

Thump.

Emmanuel’s heart began to race again, and this time,

it was ten times faster.

Having seen so many women as a gynecologist, he

had never felt anything.

However, this time, he knew Mackenzie was different

from the rest.

“Are you done staring? Do you want me to carve out

your eyes?”

Instead of screaming, the woman threatened him icily

and glared at him with eyes that could kill.

She never locked the bathroom door as she was used

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to staying alone, but she now regretted not doing that.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Quillen. I didn’t know you were back.”

Feeling goosebumps all over his skin, Emmanuel

hurriedly fled.

Despite acting calm initially, he leaned against the wall

immediately upon exiting the bathroom and gasped

for air.

Any second of delay, and I’d probably be dead. This is

exactly the problem with blitz marriages. You don’t

know the other person’s habits. Her eyes were so scary,

but my God, every inch of that body was just unreal.

To think that even he, a gynecologist, would feel this

way.

Meanwhile, Mackenzie clutched her chest while inside

the bathtub.

While she had managed to play it cool when the man

walked in, she now felt completely on edge after he

left.

I can’t believe a man saw my body! Sure, he’s my

husband, and it’s not like he was being creepy or

anything, but still! I feel so grossed out!

“I knew getting married was a bad idea…”

The woman sighed helplessly.

What if it’s all on purpose?

She had always been distrusting of others since she

was young, and when Emmanuel passed her two tests

so easily, she began suspecting him of having ulterior

motives.

I bet he knows I’m loaded, but he pretended not to

care about any of that just because Grandpa was

testing him.

Mackenzie refused to believe that there was someone

with no desires in this world, especially a man.

However, she could only keep up the act since she had

no proof.

After her bath, Mackenzie walked into the living room.

Emmanuel was sitting on the couch and pressing the

remote button aimlessly when he glanced up and

noticed her. Then, he felt his body tense up.

“Ms. Quillen, from now on, could you please put on

some underwear after your bath?” Emmanuel

requested sincerely.

What kind of man could resist such a beautiful and

alluring woman like Mackenzie walking around in

nothing but a thin nightgown?

Even Emmanuel, who had a higher resistance due to

his profession, could feel his body temperature rising.

“Hmph! It’s not like I knew you’d be waiting for me out

here in the living room.”

The woman stared at him with frosty eyes.

What woman wears her underwear after a bath? That’s

such a hassle!

She loved living without care, so having a man in her

house now made things unbearable for her.

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“I’ll go to my room, then.”

Emmanuel got up to make his escape.

This woman’s way too cold. I thought of having a chat

with her to win her over slowly, but I guess I

overestimated myself. I don’t even know what to say to

her now! How am I supposed to continue living with

her?

As Beatrix had anticipated, he was beginning to waver.

Yet, the man heard a loud thud the moment he turned

to leave.

He then glanced back and saw Mackenzie kneeling on

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the floor, seemingly in pain.

The sight of her collar loosening while she had no

undergarments on made Emmanuel feel as though his

soul had been captured.

“Ms. Quillen! What’s wrong?”