Love At The Wrong Table

Secondly, she had just set up a few rules with him.

That guy has never waited up for me. How can I expect him to be there to

open the door for me if I call out?

However, the pain in her belly intensified, and the dizziness worsened,

causing her to drop to her haunches in front of the door.

What am I going to do?

Right when she decided to call for the driver to help her, the door opened.

“What happened?”

Emmanuel hurriedly helped her up when he saw her drenched in a cold

sweat on the floor.

“What… What are you doing? You’ve never waited up for me.”

Mackenzie feigned standoffish and tried to push him away.

Emmanuel sighed and didn’t touch her after that.

However, she slumped to the ground in the next second. With quick

reflexes, he urgently grabbed onto hér.

“Don’t touch me! We’ve signed an agreement! You can’t touch me!”

Mackenzie shoved him away again.

Emmanuel’s expression turned grim as he carried her into his arms. He

turned around, kicking the door closed.

“You! How dare you!”

Mackenzie clenched her teeth in anger. His actions cleared away the

drunken fog in her mind.

How dare he carry me like this!

Emmanuel wasn’t intimidated by her threat and proceeded to throw her

on her bed. “Lie down and don’t move. I’ll make something to sober you up.

You shouldn’t have drunk so much if you couldn’t handle it. It’s not good for

your stomach.”

His chiding added fuel to her fire. She struggled to get up and shouted,

“Who says I’m a lightweight? Do you know how much I drank? How am I

supposed to talk business if I can’t drink?”

Seeing her sluggish movements and how she couldn’t keep herself up, he

had no choice but to help her into bed.

He didn’t expect her to fall into his embrace and puke all over him.

“Hey, what are you doing? This is my pajamas, not a dishcloth!”

Emmanuel’s temper sparked. He only had one pajama, and she had

sullied it with her vomit. What was he going to wear that night?

To his surprise, he found that her vomit actually smelled nice.

Mackenzie ignored him and continued to hurl. She finally stopped after

emptying her stomach.

Looking down at his dirty clothes, he angrily carried her back to bed.

“Is this how someone in the upper management should act? Luckily, you

know how to find your way home despite being a lightweight! Otherwise,

the street sweepers would’ve sent you to the morgue the next morning.”

After giving her a piece of his mind, he went to the kitchen to prepare

some coffee to sober her up and rummaged through the cabinets for

gastric medication.

Shortly after, he set down a cup of coffee and pills on the nightstand.

“Take this!”

“W-What is this?”

Mackenzie was more alert than before after getting some alcohol out of

her. Mortification filled her as she recalled her earlier actions.

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be shocked if the things I’ve done tonight get out. They can’t imagine what

a standoffish female CEO looks like when drunk.

“It’s coffee and antacids. They’ll help you sober up.”

Guilt washed over Mackenzie at Emmanuel’s words.

He’s taking care of me sincerely. Yet, here I am, assuming he married me

for my wealth and looks. I drafted the agreement to warn him not to act

recklessly and get any stupid ideas in his head. Now, I’m wondering if

that’s the right move.

“Whatever. It’s up to you whether you want to take them or not.”

Emmanuel knew her temperament well, so he didn’t spend any time

coaxing her to take them. Instead, he whirled around and left her room,

shutting the door behind him.

With a slam, the couple was separated by a door.

Mackenzie huffed at him, then lay down on the bed. After contemplating

for a stretch, she sat up and took the medicine and coffee.

The dizziness was too much for her, so she fell asleep soon after.

Everything was right as rain when she woke up the next morning. She

noticed he had already left for work when she got out of bed.

My bedroom door wasn’t locked last night, so he’s really not interested in

me that way.

“Hmph! One night doesn’t count! I’ll have to continue observing him.”

It’s all Grandpa’s stupid text! I have no reason to let my guard down around Emmanuel.