Love At The Wrong Table

“Hey, gorgeous. How about you spend some time with us?”

The ruffian leading the group flaunted his hairy chest with an unbuttoned

shirt.

His lackeys appeared to be street punks, but their eyes sparkled with

uncharacteristic alertness.

Emmanuel frowned instantly. He had dealt with true thugs like Samuel and

Rat. Naturally, he knew what a true ruffian was like.

These people in front of him seemed too tough as if they were putting up

an act, with their steady stances and menacing glares. They were not All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

common ruffians but trained fighters!

“What do you guys want?” Hubert rushed over, believing that Mackenzie

was a damsel in distress and he was the shining knight in armor to the

rescue.

“Hey, don’t be impulsive,” Emmanuel quickly stepped forward to stop

Hubert from doing something reckless.

However, who could have thought that these muscular ruffians would be

beaten till they whimpered by the gentlemanly Hubert, who managed to

fight off seven attackers on his own?

“Isn’t this too fake?”

Emmanuel and Mackenzie both watched the drama unfold before them,

their eyes widening in disbelief as they blurted the same words.

Emmanuel even wanted to ask how much these men were paid for this

performance, as he was also interested in such part–time gigs.

“Gautier is so despicable!” Mackenzie remarked icily.

Although she was feeling somewhat dizzy, her mind was clear. She

immediately figured out who might have conspired such a scene.

Gautier claimed he wanted to drive his brother into despair, but he was

actually helping Hubert woo her.

To her dismay, Mackenzie now knew that the naïve playboy, Hubert, was

bound to become even more troublesome.

“Mackenzie, are you all right?”

Hubert was also puzzled by the turn of events as he wondered why these

ruffians had been so easily defeated.

However, that was beside the point. He had saved the damsel in distress

right in front of Mackenzie’s decoy boyfriend, nonetheless.

Hubert couldn’t help but think Mackenzie had found a terribly weak decoy

to pull the wool over his eyes.

It’s one thing that he drives an electric scooter, but he can’t even put up a

fight. I would have been the villain in a typical web novel, as a man

rejected by the female lead. Typically, the decoy boyfriends will show off

their skills in such a situation. And yet, this man has done nothing while I,

the villain, save the day.

Indeed, reality was different from novels.

“Are you blind? They didn’t even touch me. I’m perfectly fine. Now get lost!”

Mackenzie retorted coldly.

Hubert felt hurt by her words. Despite his heroic attempt to save her, he

was at a loss that Mackenzie had treated him so.

Reality is indeed a far cry from novels.

“Emmanuel, let’s go!” Mackenzie ordered coldly, her heart filled with rage.

Your mission is to pick up your wife. Why part about that don’t you

understand? If you don’t have a car, at least rent one, or you can even hail

a taxi. How could you be so clueless as to arrive on an electric scooter?

How embarrassing!

“Sure,” Emmanuel replied.

He didn’t understand why Mackenzie was angry and figured that she was

simply annoyed by this bootlicker clinging to her.

Yes, that must be it.

Meanwhile, Hubert was convinced Mackenzie was dissatisfied with the

decoy boyfriend’s lackluster performance.

He tried to catch up again but failed to keep up with the electric scooter.

Surprisingly, the seven ruffians who were on the ground scrambled to their

feet. Wielding wooden sticks in their hands, they charged at Emmanuel

without a word.

What in the world?

A bemused scowl marred Emmanuel’s face. They were tame as sheep

when they attacked Hubert but pounced on him like a tiger.

This is a flagrant double standard!

“Emmanuel, be careful!”

Mackenzie, having deciphered the situation, knew what the ruffians were

after.

These men were undoubtedly hired by Gautier to aid in Hubert’s pursuit of

her. Now that the heroic act had failed, they were resorting to brute force.

Smack!

Planting one foot firmly on the ground, Emmanuel threw a punch,

snapping the approaching wooden stick in two.

“That was… amazing!”

Only then did Hubert acknowledge Emmanuel’s strength and start to see

the man in a new light. The decoy that Mackenzie has found is indeed

skilled.

The next moment, Emmanuel supported the intoxicated Mackenzie as he

dismounted the electric scooter and prepared to fend off the ruffians to

protect his wife.

The burly men showed no mercy. Not only did they strike Emmanuel, but

they also ruined his scooter, clearly aiming to prevent any escape.

Emmanuel protected Mackenzie behind him. Even though he suffered

multiple beatings, he somehow managed to beat all seven of the ruffians

without grave injury.

Hubert was utterly stunned.

He is a fighter!

Another wave of formidable attackers surged from all directions the next

moment.

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Emmanuel cursed under his breath. Obviously, they were well–prepared

and did not plan to let him or Mackenzie off the hook.

Thankfully, another group of bodyguards emerged, intercepting the

attackers.

Emmanuel stood stunned, unsure who had come to their rescue.

“Hurry up and go!”

Mackenzie pinched her dazed husband.

Of course, those were her bodyguards. She had anticipated that Gautier

might make such a move and arranged for these bodyguards to protect

her. However, she couldn’t let Emmanuel know that. Thus, it was best to

withdraw promptly.

“All right, let’s go!”

Emmanuel hurriedly scooped up Mackenzie and made a swift exit.

He’s so strong!

Mackenzie was in awe.

She knew that Emmanuel was no ordinary man, but he was far more

impressive than she had imagined.

Grandpa’s foresight is ruthlessly astute.

“Don’t let the woman escape! Chase them!” a ruffian shouted.

In the shadows, a handsome man seethed with fury at the sight. His face

contorted with rage.

Watching as Emmanuel and Mackenzie vanished into the darkness, he

ground his teeth in anger. “A bunch of useless trash! They can’t even

capture a drugged woman!”

His meticulously planned scheme had gone down the drain along with

Mackenzie’s escape.

Soon, Emmanuel and Mackenzie managed to hail a taxi and went back to

Yociam Residence.

Back home, Emmanuel quickly brewed some coffee for Mackenzie.

“Here, Mackenzie, drink this. It’ll help you feel better.”

Supporting the dazed Mackenzie with one hand, Emmanuel was prepared

to help her consume the coffee that he had brewed.

Unexpectedly, her body was uncharacteristically sensitive. She trembled

at Emmanuel’s distinct masculine scent.

The next moment, she astonishingly toppled the man, tumbling him onto

her bed.

What the h⭑U?

Underneath her, enveloped by the gentle allure of his wife’s body,

Emmanuel momentarily seemed to lose all strength, unable to stir.

Mackenzie’s gaze was clouded, her consciousness fuzzy, and her pretty

face slowly leaned into his.

Emmanuel, despite being a gynecologist by profession, felt an immediate

spark ignite within him.

Even he found it incredible that he was responding so intensely to a

woman’s touch.

His heart pounded wildly against his chest as if threatening to leap out at

any time.

“I’m feeling so hot…”

Unaware that she had been drugged, Mackenzie felt her body was now

overtaken by a primal desire. Her hands grasped at the fabric of her white

blouse, buttons popping off under the strain.

This… feels so good.

Emmanuel was still immobilized, and it was at this moment that he

realized he was indeed an ordinary man.

“Please… Please help me. I feel so uncomfortable…” she pleaded.

Her eyes were half–closed, with her voice a mixture of complaint and

moan.

Emmanuel felt like his heart was on the brink of an explosion as if his blood

might burst out from his veins.

He enjoyed the feeling, and yet it was unnerving at the same time.

What should I do?