Love At The Wrong Table

The next moment, Emmanuel emerged from the situation unharmed.

“H–How…”

Beatrix was in disbelief as she looked at Emmanuel and then at Mackenzie.

She didn’t want Mackenzie to think she was playing a prank or lying to her.

“Step back!” Mackenzie quickly commanded the bodyguards as she still had

to pretend to be poor.

Taking advantage of Emmanuel’s obliviousness, Mackenzie made her way

toward him.

Beatrix decided not to disturb Mackenzie and her husband any further. She

swiftly retreated from the scene along with the bodyguards.

As Emmanuel lifted his gaze, he caught sight of Beatrix and the twelve skilled

bodyguards. Yet, he didn’t link them to Mackenzie. He presumed they were

dispatched by Beatrix herself to rescue him.

4

Next, he shifted his attention to his wife.

“Why are you here, Ms. Quillen?”

“You idiot! Are you trying to be heroic again?” Mackenzie scolded, her eyes

filled with concern.

“I’ve actually been holding back for a while, but Ms. Beatrix is my boss. How

can I stand by and do nothing?” Emmanuel explained while scratching his

head. He felt apologetic for causing his wife to worry and go through the

trouble of coming to check on him.

“Let’s talk when we reach home!” Mackenzie grabbed his sleeve in frustration

and pulled him along.

Beatrix, who had observing from afar, found it incredibly hard to believe that

Mackenzie, known for her cold demeanor and aversion to physical contact,

was now willingly holding a man’s hand.

Even though it was just the act of holding his sleeve, it signified a remarkable

breakthrough nonetheless.

“Ms. Thompson,” a group of burly men from the Sky Wolf Society called out in

unison outside the hotel.

Ignoring her subordinates, Eve walked out of the hotel and fixed her gaze on

the departing couple.

What a beauty! He certainly has excellent taste!

Eve couldn’t help but mock herself. She swiftly put on sunglasses,

reestablishing her unapproachable aura, and waved her hand to signal her

entourage to leave.

On the way back home, Mackenzie remained silent until they were inside and

the door was closed.

“From now on, you are not allowed to go out at night. You always end up in

trouble! Are you some violent maniac who needs to get into fights every time

you step out?”

They had been married for less than a month, and he had already gotten

into three fights.

Faced with Mackenzie’s intense interrogation, Emmanuel refrained from

arguing and instead wore a look of mild surprise.

“I didn’t know you care about me so much, Ms. Quillen.”

Mackenzie trembled slightly, and her expression turned solemn. “What are

you talking about? Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m just afraid that one day

you’ll end up getting beaten to death, and I’ll be widowed. It would be

troublesome to deal with a divorce at that point.”

“I see,” the man responded, well aware that being widowed did not require

going through a divorce procedure. Nevertheless, he made a solemn

promise. “In that case, Ms. Quillen, I assure you I won’t let anyone beat me to

death before the divorce.”

“You…” Truly exasperated by the stubborn fool, she decided to display her Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

assertive CEO aura. “Anyway, from now on, you’re not allowed to go out at

night without my permission. Is that understood?”

“Ms. Quillen, I obtained your permission to go out tonight,” Emmanuel replied

earnestly.

Fine, I can’t be bothered to argue with this idiot any longer. I’m going back to

my room to sleep.

So what if he’s beaten to death? It’s none of my business.

Why did I bother to save him tonight?

Mackenzie quickly justified her actions. I wasn’t going to save him. I was going

to save Beatrix!