Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 101

Chapter 101

“Ms. Quillen! Stop it!”

Emmanuel was a gynecologist after all. He had a better ability to resist

temptation and moved her face away.

The next moment, Mackenzie pinned him down domineeringly and started

kissing and leaving bright red lipstick marks on his face.

Her kisses were soft and wet, tantalizing Emmanuel.

What’s going on? Am I going to get intimate with her?

Just as Mackenzie was about to take off her clothes, Emmanuel

reluctantly knocked her unconscious. They wouldn’t be able to deal with

the aftermath if they kept going like this.

If Mackenzie was conscious, Emmanuel knew he wouldn’t be able to

restrain himself. However, she was not clear–headed. If he took advantage

of her, he would be no better than a jerk.

Most importantly, Mackenzie would kill him once she woke up.

Emmanuel didn’t want to die because of that.

The next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the glass

windows and fell on Mackenzie’s beautiful face.

She opened her eyes groggily and got up with great difficulty. Her

eyelashes quivered as her blanket fell from her body and revealed her

gorgeous naked figure.

What is going on?

Her expression changed drastically.

Why aren’t I wearing any clothes? What happened last night?

“Ms. Quillen, you’re awake?”

At this moment, Emmanuel walked in with the breakfast he had made. He

didn’t expect to see his wife’s naked body, which caused his blood to boil.

Men are typically full of vigor in the mornings. Is Mackenzie trying to test

my limits?

“Y–You b*stard!”

As soon as Mackenzie spotted him, she immediately grabbed something

to throw at him.

Emmanuel avoided it in time and said, “Ms. Quillen, calm down!”

“You pervert! What did you do to me last night? I never thought you were

such a person!”

Mackenzie was furious.

She had misandry, and even shaking hands with a man would give her

goosebumps. She couldn’t imagine that a man would rob her of her

virginity one day.

Enraged, she grabbed the scissors on the bedside table and pounced on

Emmanuel.

What the heck!

Emmanuel did not expect Mackenzie to act like this. He quickly grabbed

Mackenzie’s wrist, taken aback.

Does this woman want to castrate me?

“Ms. Quillen, stop being unreasonable! I was the victim last night!”

“You were the victim?”

Mackenzie was so angry that she was stunned.

Her chest rose and fell heavily. She was just like a volcano that would

erupt anytime soon.

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My clothes are gone, and I have lost my virginity. How could he claim to be

the victim? Can he be any more shameless than this?

“That’s right! You were no longer clear–headed when I brought you home.

You began hugging, kissing me, and even ripped your own clothes! I knew

you couldn’t control yourself, so I knocked you out. Then, I left after feeding

you some hangover remedy! I even made breakfast for you this morning,

but you tried to throw things at me and even kill me with scissors! Aren’t I

the.victim?”

Emmanuel told her the truth agitatedly.

He had no idea Mackenzie would undress in her sleep. Could he be

blamed for admiring her body inadvertently?

Mackenzie’s face flushed crimson after she listened to the entire truth.

She realized her body didn’t hurt at all. Also, the bedsheets were clean,

proving that Emmanuel didn’t take advantage of her.

“You vomit all over every time you get drunk. I bet I still smell like vomit!”

Emmanuel continued complaining.

Mackenzie felt embarrassed. “Stop it! S–Stop talking! I’m sorry, okay?”

Even her apology sounded domineering.

“There’s no need to apologize!”

Emmanuel’s anger instantly dissipated.