Love at the Wrong Table - season 1 Episode 85

Emmanuel was curious as he approached Mackenzie.

Mackenzie was a cold and mighty CEO. She never answered such

questions like the one Emmanuel had asked. Instead, she crossed her

arms and leaned against the couch.

Emmanuel picked up the papers from the table and noticed that it was

two copies of the same agreement.

Not only that, Mackenzie had signed them beforehand and even stamped

them with her personal stamp.

Jeez! As expected of an executive of a big business! What a cultured

person! She’s making such a big deal out of this!

The contents of the agreement were straightforward, with only three

conditions listed.

One, both parties were not to engage in sexual intercourse. If Emmanuel

were to touch Mackenzie in an inappropriate manner, it would be

considered marital rape.

Two, both parties were not to share their assets. Emmanuel would not

need to give Mackenzie five thousand every month. Mackenzie would not

ask Emmanuel for rent either. All expenditures would be split between

both parties, and they would only buy what was necessary.

Three, both parties would agree to a divorce in half a year. There would

not be a split of assets. Mackenzie could leave the house for Emmanuel.

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Both Mackenzie and Terence had previously agreed to the deadline of half

a year. Besides, Mackenzie had already thought of a reason for her and

Emmanuel’s divorce: They could not get pregnant, so staying married was

useless.

Emmanuel knew the agreement was advantageous to him. However, he

could not help but feel that Mackenzie was trying to guard herself against

him.

I’ve already clarified that I only agreed to this marriage because of my

mother. Why does it seem that she thinks I married her for her money and

good looks?

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Noticing the frown on his face, Mackenzie said coldly, “Don’t worry. I won’t ask for the money that you borrowed from me. You can consider it my gift

to you after we get divorced. In any case, you shouldn’t harbor

inappropriate thoughts toward me. Don’t treat me as your real wife, either.

More importantly, you should stop thinking about Grandpa’s money. You

and l’are not fated to be together!”

Nothing seemed more appropriate than hearing those heartless words

from someone like Mackenzie.

Emmanuel was not angry. After all, the conditions of the agreement were

not overboard. Before they got married, they had already agreed to the

marriage being fake.

Today was the first time he had brought Mackenzie home, which caused

him to imagine an unrealistic fantasy. Yet now, he felt somewhat upset

because Mackenzie had squashed what little bit of hope he had.

“Ms. Quillen, I’ve never once thought about your money or covet your

grandfather’s money. It’s up to you whether you want to believe me or not.

Since you think we’re not a real couple, I won’t give you five thousand a

month if that’s what you want. But I will definitely return the money I

borrowed from you regardless of whether we get a divorce. Also, I won’t

ask for this house from you!” Emmanuel spoke with determination.

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Oddly, Mackenzie felt a stabbing pain in her heart. She had no idea why

she felt that way.

She had expected Emmanuel to get angry or even explode with rage, but

he did not.

“Ms. Quillen, you’re indeed beautiful and have an air of elegance around

you. You’re the most perfect woman I’ve encountered, but not every man

will fall in love with you or covet you! I’m a gynecologist, so I sometimes

wonder if I have erectile dysfunction because I never had any intentions to

take advantage of you. Hence, I’ll sign this agreement!”

With that, Emmanuel reached forward to grab the pen.

Mackenzie was stunned momentarily. She wanted to snatch the pen

away but ended up not doing it.

After Emmanuel signed his name on the papers, his lips curved into a grin.

“Ms. Quillen, I don’t have a personal stamp. Is it all right if I stamp the

contract with my thumbprint?”

Mackenzie was in a daze as she nodded slowly.

Emmanuel bit his thumb before stamping both contracts.

Mackenzie felt uncomfortable as the faint smell of blood wafted to her

nose. She felt her heart sink as she watched Emmanuel.

“I’m done, Ms. Quillen! Oh, I’ve prepared dinner. Do you want to eat

together?”

Emmanuel handed Mackenzie one copy of the agreement before inviting

her to dinner with him.

“No. I’m heading out.” Mackenzie took the contract and got up from the

couch. “No need to wait up for me tonight. Just don’t lock the door from

the inside.”

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Emmanuel smiled. “Sorry, but I’ve never waited for you to come home.”

Pfft!

Mackenzie felt as if an arrow had just shot through her heart.

How dare he talk to me like that? Damn it!