Love at the Wrong Table - Season 3 Episode 63

After arriving home, Mackenzie locked herself in the bedroom, slamming the

door shut with a loud bang. It was clear that she did not intend to speak to

Emmanuel.

Nevertheless, he was helpless because he knew his wife’s temper was

explosive. If I had done something inappropriate, that would explain her

anger, but I haven’t! In any case, she threw a tantrum and accused me of

having an affair with Claudette. As he was seething with anger still, he soon

returned to his room to turn in for the night.

When she heard a door click shut, her anger burned brighter upon seeing he

had not even tried to calm her down. “What an absolutely useless fool. Would

it kill him to learn to flatter and flirt like Hubert and Quintus?” she grumbled.

Then, she sighed. How could a wife be asked to appease her husband during

a fight? Does he think I’ll go out of my way to make amends with him? He is

as dumb as rocks! Why did Grandpa choose such a husband for me? This is

so infuriating!

The next morning, Mackenzie woke up to find the man, who was as dumb as

rocks laying out a breakfast spread on the table. After two days of giving

each other the cold shoulder, she suddenly realized Emmanuel’s importance

in the household.

“I made you breakfast, Ms. Quillen!” he greeted. While he was still angry at her,

he was not a petty man and would not refuse to make her breakfast just

because they were fighting.

“Got it,” she huffed. Mackenzie was initially moved by Emmanuel’s actions.

She would have forgiven him when he said something sweet, but the fool

then resumed his formal tone. However, she noticed he had forcefully kept

them at a distance again.

After hearing her bland response, he felt displeased. Why is she so difficult to

deal with?

When he had finished his breakfast and was about to leave the apartment,

he noticed she had just finished cleaning up and was sitting at the dining

table. However, he could only spare a few minutes to speak to her, so he

focused on the most pressing matter at hand. “My sister’s wedding

ceremony is this Saturday. I hope you’ll be there with me, Ms. Quillen.”

Since they were still married, his sister was also hers. Emmanuel knew it

would be detrimental to Mackenzie’s reputation if she did not attend the

wedding. Moreover, he was also concerned about making his family

suspicious of his marriage.

“That soon?” she asked, surprised. “She just started dating him, right?”

“Yes, it’s a little fast.” He had been just as shocked when he received the news

last night. All of that reaction was now hidden away behind a smile. “Their

speed is nothing compared to us.”

Mackenzie huffed coldly in response. This hasty wedding is the cause of my

current state of anger. “That’ll depend on my mood on the day.” She had

purposefully avoided saying yes right away because she wanted to see if

Emmanuel would try to cheer her up, and if he did not make any attempts by

Saturday, she would not be accompanying him.

He sighed upon hearing this. Why is it so hard to communicate with her? Still,

it is best to stick with this until the wedding is over. Furthermore, the situation

is much better now, and the rest can be discussed later.

After he had left on his scooter, a Land Rover pulled out of nowhere and

blocked his path. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling about this. Yesterday, he

had finally broken the ice with Mackenzie, but in doing so, he had made

Quintus his enemy.

Emmanuel knew that Quintus was unlike Hubert because he was a man who

expressed his emotions honestly. Consequently, he realized that Quintus

would be a difficult adversary to deal with, but he also did not wish to be

Quintus‘ enemy.

The car door swung open at this moment as Quintus marched down with a

nunchaku. Since he was over six foot two, most people would be quivering in

fear as soon as they saw him.

On the other hand, Emmanuel was a tough man and a fighter, which was the

only reason he did not turn his tail and run. He even forced a bitter smile and

greeted, “Morning, Quintus!”

“Shut up! If you’re a man, you’ll take up my challenge right now!” Not only was

Quintus a burly man, but he was also the owner of a very loud voice. One

roar, and he had the attention of every security guard in the area.

One of the security guards tried to do his job and stop the fight, but his

companions stopped him while whispering fiercely into his ears. “Do you

want to die? Can’t you see the air of murder lurking around him? You could

die if you try to stop him!”