Love At The Wrong Table

Abruptly, Beatrix leaped, frightening Emmanuel.

In the next moment, she grabbed his hand and smiled at Elizabeth. “Let

me introduce you to Mr. Emmanuel Lowe! He’s my escort tonight.”

Emmanuel and Elizabeth were astonished.

What’s this situation? Elizabeth was confounded. Beatrix should know

Jonathan likes her, yet she intentionally asked a handsome man to pick

her up! She’s clearly trying to stir up trouble!

”

The moment Jonathan noticed Emmanuel was speaking to Beatrix, he

speedily approached her with his buddies.

Elizabeth was a tad fearful upon spotting Jonathan striding toward them

fiercely. Emmanuel may be handsome, but he can’t win against a wealthy

individual in this materialistic society!

Before Jonathan could speak, his buddy, whose head was covered in hair

wax, glanced at the brand of Emmanuel’s clothing. Then, he threatened

with contempt, “The most important quality a person should possess is

self–awareness. If you wish to acquaint yourself with someone in high

places, you need to be capable of it first. Otherwise, you’ll get unlucky

easily.” So what if this man can wear his cheap clothing well? Our leather

shoes are still worth more than everything on his body. He can act cool,

but he can’t pretend to be rich!

The surrounding youngsters loved to watch any drama unfold, so they

promptly gathered around Emmanuel.

Plenty of men commented on him. While they were jealous of his

impressive figure, they thought he wasn’t a good match for Beatrix.

Emmanuel wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t a doormat either. Swiftly, he acted

like a foolish jester. “In high places? I don’t think the sixth floor is that high. I

barely broke a sweat reaching here. Are you so physically weak that you

think the sixth floor is a high place to reach by stairs? Tsk, tsk. Youngsters

like you should exercise more.”

Plenty of people, especially the women, laughed.

Beatrix’s eyes visibly lit up. He may look like a dummy, and my sister often

calls him one, but he can be quite witty!

The hair–wax dude was humiliated by the laughter and roared, “How dare

you call me weak! I’ll have you know I can-”

When he noticed everyone was staring at him, he interrupted himself and

changed the topic. “Tsk, are you an idiot? Do you think a loser like you

deserves to be Ms. Beatrix’s escort? You don’t have the right to covet her!”

Ignoring him, Emmanuel turned to Beatrix. “Is there a standard I need to

meet in terms of status and wealth to be your escort, Beatrix?”

His composed demeanor was a stark contrast with the enraged hair–wax

man.

Elizabeth was captivated by Emmanuel as well. So that’s the charm of a

mature man! That hair–wax guy looks like an ill–mannered child in front of

him!

“No.” Beatrix grinned. “The only standards I have are for height and looks. I

want someone at least one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, which

you achieved.”

Grimacing, the hair–wax guy turned to Jonathan, who winced because he

wasn’t that tall.

The edges of Jonathan’s lips twitched as he cursed his hair wax buddy in

his mind.

“In that case, he’s definitely spouting nonsense earlier.” Emmanuel sighed.

“The quality of modern education must’ve dropped, considering it

produced this kind of student.”

Everyone laughed again, enraging the hair–wax guy.

Before he could do anything, Jonathan kicked him away. Not only did he

miss the point every time he opened his mouth, but he also embarrassed

me! I want him out of my sight!

Thus, Jonathan cut straight to the chase and sneered at Emmanuel. “I’ve

no idea where your courage comes from. Don’t you know who Ms. Beatrix

is? Any of the objects on her body cost years of your salary! If I were you, I

would’ve dug a hole and buried myself in there instead of embarrassing

myself here!”

Following his words, plenty of people eyed Emmanuel with disdain. Indeed,

his handsomeness is pointless as long as he’s on a different social level,

compared to Ms. Beatrix! We would’ve felt ashamed and left in tears if we

were in his shoes!

However, Emmanuel didn’t flee because he was never one to care about

the differences between social classes.

Hence, he argued, “Why should I? I never felt ashamed for being poor, and

since becoming a soldier, I’ve been living my life with my head held high! I

fought on the battlefield, protecting my fatherland and its borders. While

my contribution to the country is minor, I’ve never committed treason.

Thus, I’ll always stand tall and with pride, no matter who I face!”

His words bewildered the crowd and elicited respect from them.

Compared to a scion who only knew how to flaunt his wealth, Emmanuel

was a truly admirable figure.

If not for brave soldiers guarding the border like him, the descendants of

rich families wouldn’t have had a comfortable life.

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.

Eventually, everyone in the crowd clapped.

Emmanuel wasn’t planning to argue with Jonathan, but he failed to hold

back the urge to. Therefore, he didn’t want to speak another word

anymore.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was emotionally wounded by that turn of events.

He felt like the villainous antagonist when he saw everyone cheerfully

supporting Emmanuel. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Suddenly, Beatrix didn’t feel like leaving so soon, especially because she

relished Jonathan’s indignity by Emmanuel’s hand. Since Emmanuel’s

here, I may as well use this opportunity to develop my relationship with

him! “Mr. Emmanuel, the brave soldier who cuts down our enemies and

saves our people, let us dance.”

“I only know how to fight, not dance!” Emmanuel abruptly felt a little

awkward when invited by Beatrix.

It was because he didn’t know Beatrix was his sister–in–law and didn’t

want to be too intimate with another woman.

“I’ll just have to teach you, hero!” Unreasonably, Beatrix pulled Emmanuel

toward the dance floor.

He failed to escape.

After Beatrix and Emmanuel took the lead, Elizabeth and the others joined

the dance floor as well. Just as the atmosphere in the hall had returned to

normal, the door was opened again.

A woman no less beautiful than Beatrix sauntered into the room, instantly

attracting everyone’s attention.

Her fair skin gleamed under the light while her eyes drew everyone in like

a black hole.

Even though her attire was unremarkable, she was the most brilliant

person in the venue.

“Oh my goodness. The campus belle is here!”

“It really is the most gorgeous campus belle in the history of Yeringham

University, Xylie Tanner!”

People in the crowd shouted.

Emmanuel was stunned, too. Isn’t she the woman I met at the bar that

night? I can’t believe she’s the campus belle of Yeringham University!