Love At The Wrong Table

She might not know Milani well, but she had seen Emmanuel and Milani

together on their blind date.

It was obvious that Milani was a gold–digger.

It didn’t take her long to realize why Milani’s attitude did a one–eighty

today.

“Ms. Quillen, that’s smart of you!” Emmanuel was in awe.

He couldn’t help but be impressed by Mackenzie’s quick thinking. It was no

surprise she held a high position in a prominent company. He couldn’t

help but acknowledge that he was no match for her in terms of wit and

strategic thinking.

Emmanuel had thought Milani would give up quickly. Little did he expect

her to go to great lengths to pursue him.

After he arrived home with Mackenzie, Roselynn gave him a call,

requesting him to come home.

Emmanuel came out of the kitchen with the dinner he had prepared for

Mackenzie. He placed the plate in front of her, then took off his apron and

said, “Ms. Quillen, I’m afraid you’ll have to eat without me. Roselynn has just

summoned me home urgently.”

Mackenzie furrowed her brows slightly. Despite her reaction, she was

pleased with how he reported everything to her. She gave him a nod but

said nothing.

Emmanuel drove home in the Maserati. Soon, he came home and

discovered Roselynn lounging on the couch to watch the TV instead of

cooking dinner as usual. She lifted her mile–long legs and casually

propped them up on the table in a rather unladylike manner.

“Roselynn, have you already had dinner?”

“No,” Roselynn answered nonchalantly as she glanced at him.

“Is Mom cooking?”

“Ha! Go to the kitchen and find out for yourself!” Roselynn didn’t answer his

question directly.

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Emmanuel suddenly had an ominous feeling. He swiftly made his way to

the kitchen, only to be greeted by the sight of Milani in an apron. She was

helping Alessandra with the cooking.

Alessandra had told her to stop, but she had insisted on helping out.

“Milani, are you nuts?” Emmanuel snapped.

He had no idea Milani would come all the way to his house to help out just

to win his heart.

No one in their right mind would do such a thing.

“Darling, you’re back?”

Instead of blowing her top, Milani came over to welcome him warmly.

Alessandra swiftly positioned herself between them and dragged him out

of the kitchen. “Manny, what is happening? Why did you allow yourself to

be entangled with someone like her? what if Mackenzie finds out?” she

chided softly.

Emmanuel rolled his eyes and replied in a low voice, “Mom, I didn’t do

anything. She’s here because of my money.”

“Your money? You’re making it sound as if you’re rich.” Alessandra refused

to belleve him. She gave him a forceful slap, reminding him to stop flirting

with other women.

Seeing that, Roselynn felt bad for her brother for one second.

She rose from her seat and made her way to the kitchen, wearing a

deliberately wide smile. “Ms. Zimmerman, I had no idea you possessed

such exceptional culinary skills. You truly embody the qualities of an ideal

wife. Your future husband is indeed fortunate!”

Milani was delighted to hear that.

Emmanuel knitted his brows. What is Roselynn getting at?

Roselynn continued, “Unfortunately, my foolish brother won’t be the

fortunate one. After his failed blind date with you, he went on to marry

someone else. His wife would never set foot in the kitchen!”

Pfft!

Milani was testing the taste of the soup, and upon hearing that, she spat

out the liquid in her mouth.

Luckily, Roselynn had anticipated Milani’s response and swiftly evaded her,

avoiding getting spat in the face.

“Roselynn, what are you talking about? That was a lie, right? Is Emmanuel

really married?” Milani asked in disbelief. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Emmanuel had told her twice that he was married, but she had assumed

he was imagining things.

After all, it was too quick for him to get married.

Marriage isn’t a simple transaction where one could pick and choose

whatever caught their eye, like shopping at a market.