Love At The Wrong Table

Early the next morning, Emmanuel awoke feeling a

cold gust of air blowing against his skin, causing his

body to tremble profusely.

He absentmindedly ran his hand across the

goosebumps on his arms. Sneezing twice in rapid

succession, he realized he was lying on the hard, cold

surface of the floor.

Did she seriously leave me lying on the corridor outside

the house?

Fortunately, luck was on his side as the unit on the

seventeenth floor was the only unit on the top floor.

Had there been more, anyone who passed by would

have been amused at his peculiar situation.

“What a cruel woman!”

Emmanuel hurriedly got to his feet and recalled what

happened last night. It was obvious that Mackenzie

had left him to his own devices outside last night.

That wasn’t all, for he also discovered a few shoeprints

on his clothes. The size of the prints perfectly matched

the shoes Mackenzie wore, so he was pretty sure she

did this to him.

I just helped her complete a mission. How could she do

this to me? What an ingrate. Is she a cold–blooded

animal?

Click.

Right then, the door opened to reveal Mackenzie, who

was prepared to head to work even though it was.only

half past six in the morning.

Their eyes met.

At once, Mackenzie feigned nonchalance and walked

past Emmanuel.

Emmanuel immediately gripped her wrist.

Her skin was so smooth that he nearly lost his grip on

her.

“Do you have a death wish?” Mackenzie shot him

daggers.

How dare he touch me? He must be tired of living!

Emmanuel quickly released her wrist and retorted

angrily, “Do you even have compassion? Even if I’m a

pig, shouldn’t you take care of me considering the fact

that I am obviously in need of medical attention? It’s

just a few more steps to get inside the house. How

could you abandon me and leave me to sleep outside

the entire night? What if my injuries become more

serious?”

He seemed really upset, but Mackenzie burst out

laughing to hear him compare himself to a pig.

“Serves you right!” Mackenzie told him.

She didn’t bother explaining herself and turned to

leave.

A vortex of anger swirled inside Emmanuel.

Even though I have an aversion to hitting women and

had promised Mom to take care of my wife, I was

tempted to take action against her when she provoked

me!

“Wait up! When will you come home with me?”

Emmanuel asked hurriedly before she stepped into the

elevator.

“Early next month, I think,” came Mackenzie’s answer as

the elevator doors slid close.

It was a long time away, but at least she had agreed to

the meeting.

Emmanuel marched back into the house, seething

with anger. He was looking forward to taking a hot

shower to soothe his aching body when Roselynn’s call

arrived.

Last night, Emmanuel promised to let her know the

exact time when he would be returning with his wife by

today.

He had no idea she would call him at seven in the

morning.

I don’t understand women at all.

“Hello, Roselynn.”

“Manny, have your wife confirmed when she’ll be

coming home?”

“Early next month!”

Emmanuel felt anger sweep over him when he recalled

Mackenzie’s earlier attitude. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

He was worried that the woman would remain

poker–faced when visiting Alessandra back at home,

leading to a disagreement between the two. This was

a common phenomenon, as mothers–in–law and

daughters–in–law were often at odds with each other.