Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 228

Chapter 228

As expected of Grandpa, he knows my wife better than anyone else. When

Emmanuel checked the time, he was surprised it was that late already.

“Alright, Grandpa, stay safe. Let me know when you get home. Gotta go now!”

As soon as he finished his words, he quickly went back to his Maserati and

headed home. He believed Mackenzie had most likely locked the door since it

was already past 11.00PM. After all, he had been forced to sleep outside a few

times now just because he had missed his curfew.

“Haha. What’s wrong with my grandson–in–law? His prowess was unrivaled

when he was fighting, yet he was afraid of my granddaughter. I guess even a

tiger can match her in terms of intimidation!” Terence laughed about what

he said, only to sigh a few seconds later.

The next moment, Alfred emerged from the darkness in the night and jokingly

said, “It looks like you’re concerned that Ms. Mackenzie would take things a

little too far with him. Are you afraid that your grandson–in–law can’t handle

her?”

“Exactly!” Terence sighed and reacted with a long face. “Well, you sent four

men to rob me, so what do you expect?”

Alfred responded with his head down, “It was all my fault, Old Mr. Quillen. But it

seems to me you were enjoying the show, though.”

“You’re technically right, but it was also a little embarrassing. After all, that

guy just defeated four of my experts, which is going to embarrass the Quillen

family if word about it gets out.”

“But what if people replace out he is the Quillen family’s grandson–in–law?

They’re going to think that the Quillen family has grown stronger, don’t you

think?” Alfred made his point heard, his words resonating with Terence’s mind

as if he could read his mind.

“Indeed. That’d be most wonderful! Now, all that’s left is to see whether he

can handle Mackenzie. If he can, my future great–grandson will certainly be

such a badass. Haha!”

By the time Emmanuel drove home, it was already past midnight. When he

reached the seventeenth floor and tried to open the door to his home, he

realized it was locked. Damn it! It’s locked!

He paced back and forth outside the door, seemingly pondering over

something. Do I have to settle down outside? Or should I give Mackenzie a

call for her to open the door? In that instant, an idea came to his mind, and

he decided to call Mackenzie. If the call goes through, she’ll open the door for

me; if it doesn’t, she is probably asleep, which means she has no intention of

letting me into the house. If that’s the case, I’ll just sleep outside, then.

Unfortunately for him, his call went unanswered. Thus, he believed Mackenzie

must have slept and thought he shouldn’t disturb her anymore. A few

moments later, just when he was about to make his way to the long bench

downstairs and settle down there, a bright light suddenly shone from behind

him. Donning white pajamas, Mackenzie stood at the doorway in all her glory

and asked, “You wanted me to open the door, but now you’re heading

downstairs to settle down there?”

Emmanuel quickly turned around and immediately noticed the unhappy look

on her face, which made his heart sink. “I’m sorry, Mackenzie! I didn’t know the

auction would take so long!”

“Auction?”

The woman knitted her eyebrows because he didn’t tell her anything earlier

that night. Thus, she had no idea where he went. When the door was open,

she immediately noticed the marks and bruises on his arms that indicated

he had just been in a fight, which irked her even more. Did he get into a fight

over another woman or something? Therefore, when Mackenzie heard that

he went to an auction, she stood behind the gate and asked, “What did you

do in the auction? Did you go there to fight or something?”

Emmanuel quickly explained, “I only got into a fight because someone tried to

rob your grandfather. So, I had to step in and stop things from turning ugly. I

didn’t start it first….” Deep down, he understood why his wife was so angry at

him; after all, he had already gotten into four fights in the same month of his

marriage.

“So, you went to the auction with my grandpa?” Mackenzie had a bad feeling

about this. Grandpa must have abetted Emmanuel in conducting mischief

again. No way! I can’t let him in, or he is going to act up!

Emmanuel had no idea what she was worried about, only nodding his head

and saying, “Yeah, we did, and I got you a present, so would you please open

the door?”

No can do!