Love at the Wrong Table - Season 6 Episode 1

Emmanuel smiled without giving a straight answer.

It was obvious. His wife was number one, of course, though her sister was

quite pretty too.

Sarah carried on leading Emmanuel further in. Quillen residence was

massive. They had to go down two long corridors and pass through à

-luxurious side hall before they reached Felicity’s room.

Her room was just like Mackenzie’s. Even though it was just a room, it was

larger than the average apartment and had all the necessary features.

Emmanuel didn’t see a bed when he walked in. Instead, he was greeted by

what would be an ordinary family’s living room.

“Emmanuel’s here, Mom!”

Sarah called out to Felicity who had her back toward the door.

“Oh!”

Felicity turned around. She was dressed with finery that befitted a wealthy

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woman.

“How are you, Mother?”

For some strange reason, Emmanuel was a little stiff and awkward. He never

thought his mother-in-law would be someone of this class in society.

With his level of emotional intelligence, it was already hard enough for him to

communicate with an ordinary mother-in-law, so it was no surprise that he

felt even more pressured in Felicity’s presence.

“Please leave us, Sarah.”

“Yes, Mom.”

Sarah turned around and flashed Emmanuel a smile before leaving.

Now that it was just the two of them, Emmanuel became even more nervous.

He didn’t even know what to do with his hands.

“Have a seat, Emmanuel. I would like to have a private conversation with you.”

Felicity had a pleasant smile on her face as she gestured for him to sit.

Emmanuel nodded. He saw the tea set on Felicity’s table and took the

initiative to make her a cup of tea. At the very least, he didn’t forget his manners.

Felicity’s intentions had always been to test him, but she didn’t expect him to

be less unrefined than she thought he was. It seemed as if he did know a

thing or two. At the very least, he knew how to use the tea-brewing tools on

her table.

That being said, it wasn’t going to be that easy to marry into a wealthy family.

Emmanuel soon realized something. After washing the tea set, he noticed the

collection of tea bricks on the table. Even the cheapest among them cost

thousands and the most expensive was worth tens of thousands.

Felicity’s lips curved up smugly when she saw Emmanuel stiffening.

“What do you like to drink, Mother?” Emmanuel looked up and asked with a

smile.

“Hmm. Let’s go with the Isle Arbor.”

Felicity also responded with a smile.

Emmanuel opened up the drawer, only to find it empty.

“Oh, dear. I forgot that I finished it. Oh, well. Forget it,” Felicity remarked rather

disappointedly, but her eyes flickered over to Emmanuel.

Emmanuel knew what she meant. If this had been an ordinary family, the

son-in-law’s job was to immediately head out to buy whatever it was the

mother-in-law wanted and promise to bring two bricks of her favorite tea

over on his next trip.

However, this tea wasn’t cheap. It cost tens of thousands per brick of tea!

If Emmanuel’s salary was still only 25 grand a year, he would have to save

everything for two years before he could afford to buy a brick of tea for

Felicity.

“Sigh. I have been a poor host. I’ll have to get someone to replenish it!”

Felicity purposely sighed and said to Emmanuel, “Go ahead and make

whichever tea you like!”

Emmanuel was in no mood to drink tea now. In the past, he would’ve been

stuck between either shamelessly sticking around or leaving at once.

Thankfully, he had over 700 million to his name now. It wouldn’t be a problem

for him to do his duty as a son-in-law and buy some tea for his

mother-in-law.

“In that case, Mother, on my next visit, I’ll bring you a few bricks of Isle Arbor!”

Felicity was stunned by Emmanuel’s response.

Not just one, but a few? Isn’t he an unemployed gynecologist? How can he

afford that?