Love At The Wrong Table

Emmanuel uttered that in a daze.

“That’s why you risked your life?” asked Mackenzie with

a frown.

“Of course. I can’t believe it’s so difficult to bring my

wife home even after I’m married. I’m such a failure.”

Emmanuel laughed self–deprecatingly.

He had read many trending novels about live–in

sons–in–law, but he found himself more pitiful than

them. At least those mothers had seen their

daughters–in–law before.

Mackenzie sighed inwardly, feeling utterly conflicted.

“By the way, I’ve negotiated with Mr. Webber. We only

need to pay them three million, and they’ll get lost. I’ve

helped Terence Group save two million. The boss will

praise you, won’t he?” Emmanuel added with a smile.

Mackenzie’s lips curled into a disdainful smile. So, he

thinks I work for someone?

“All right. Stop spouting nonsense. Don’t talk about the

company’s affairs in public,” Mackenzie warned. She

then called a taxi and went home with him.

To her surprise, Emmanuel was so drunk that he fell

into a deep sleep the moment he got into the car.

When they arrived at Yociam Residence, Mackenzie

could not wake him up, no matter how hard she tried.

“Miss, do you need my help?”

The driver was a middle–aged man. He had been

stealing glances at her from the rearview mirror

throughout the journey.

To have such a beautiful woman in his taxi was a first

for him.

Moreover, he was helping her send her unconscious

partner home. Will I have a chance to take advantage

of her? My life would be worth living if I could have a

moment with her.

Just then, he met Mackenzie’s icy gaze. Her hostile aura.

was enough to make him shudder.

“Don’t be nosy if you want to live,” she snapped. That

ended the driver’s imagination, and he quickly drove

off after dropping them off.

Having refused the driver’s offer, Mackenzie had no

choice but to carry Emmanuel home alone.

Although she was trained to fight since she was young,

there was a limit to a woman’s strength. Moreover, no

ordinary woman could carry someone as heavy as

Emmanuel.

It took her considerable effort to help him into the

elevator. When they arrived at the seventeenth floor,

Emmanuel staggered and fell, causing Mackenzie to

fall with him.

“Ugh. This b*stard!”

Mackenzie was two times lighter than him, but it was a

great fall. She grimaced in pain as she lay on the floor.

She was the eldest daughter of the Quillen family, yet

she was being pressed to the ground by a man.

Not only that, but he also reeked of sweat and alcohol.

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Mackenzie scowl with disgust.

This is unforgivable!

On top of that, she did not expect Terence, who was

waiting in the house, to walk out with a bodyguard

upon hearing the commotion outside.

The moment the bodyguard saw the scene in the

elevator, his jaw dropped.

Oh my goodness! Are they serious? Isn’t this Ms.

Mackenzie? She’s being pressed to the ground by a

man?

“What are you looking at? Help me lift this guy up!”

Mackenzie shot the bodyguard a look, making the

latter scurry over in fright.

“Don’t help him up!” hollered Terence.

He was elated.

After all, he had been worried about Mackenzie’s

misandry, and she would not let Emmanuel touch her.

Never did Terence expect to see such an exciting

scene that night.

Although Mackenzie did not have a choice, it was still

her first time being in close contact with a man.

“Not bad! This is a good start! Continue staying in this

position.”

Terence laughed heartily and brought the bodyguard

away. Let’s not disturb the couple building their

relationship.

Mackenzie was livid.

If that elderly man were not her biological grandfather,

she would have taught him a lesson.

In the next second, she shoved Emmanuel away. Still

feeling angry, she turned around and gave him two

kicks.

“How dare you fall asleep? Hmph! You’ll spend the

night out here!”