Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 22
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.
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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!
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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.
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.