Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 444

Chapter 444

“I really didn’t expect this!” Mackenzie paused for a moment before bursting

into laughter and teased, “Are you naturally skilled at wooing your wife, or did

you take a course on seducing goddesses in the past half month?”

However, Emmanuel remained serious as he replied, “Don’t misunderstand

1. I’m not trying to woo you. I’m just speaking the truth!” If he had been so

adept at flirting from the beginning, why would he have needed to go on

eighteen blind dates?

Mackenzie narrowed her eyes, enjoying the fact that he could say cheesy

things with such earnestness, even if he seemed utterly oblivious to it

himself.

“Hmph, I like going to work early, and you have no say in it! And I expect you

to drive me to work early every day. What can you do about it?” She crossed

her arms and assumed an unreasonable attitude.

What could he do? Of course, he would obediently comply with whatever

unreasonable requests his wife threw at him!

So, before the clock struck 7.00AM, the diligent couple had already entered

the underground parking lot of their residential area. The parking lot felt chilly

in the winter, devoid of any other people.

She breathed onto her hands, dropping hints for Emmanuel. Alas, as the man

was terribly clueless, he didn’t catch on to the gesture and continued to look

around, much to her frustration. Did she really have to take the initiative to

hold a man’s hand? Did he truly think she didn’t care about maintaining her

goddess-like demeanor? Outrageous! Furthermore, he didn’t even open the

car door for her like a gentleman and suddenly sprinted off somewhere!

“This fool!” Mackenzie was on the verge of cursing but then noticed him

returning, grabbing a man by the collar who had been hiding in the corner,

and forcefully throwing him to the ground.

At this point, she wasn’t sure how to evaluate Emmanuel. He might be

absent-minded and clueless, but his observational skills were even sharper

than hers. She hadn’t even realized they were being followed! Yet, he seemed

oblivious to her hints, no matter how obvious they were.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel remained unaware of Mackenzie’s disparaging

thoughts. Instead, he found a phone on the man, looked through it, and

questioned, “Hiding in the parking lot early in the morning during winter just to

secretly film women. Are you insane?”

Mackenzie furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at the man on the ground,

feeling a sense of familiarity.

“I can’t believe you! Although my wife is beautiful, she dresses modestly, not

revealing even an inch of skin. So, what exactly were you trying to capture?

Apologize to my wife right now!” Emmanuel angrily confronted the man, after

replaceing evidence of him secretly filming Mackenzie on his phone. This

enraged Emmanuel, and he couldn’t fathom what kind of fantasies this man

could derive from such actions.

“Mr. Lowe, you misunderstood! I’m not a pervert. The situation is not what you

think!” The man, pressed down by Emmanuel, anxiously tried to explain.

“Not a pervert? Are you going to claim that you were secretly filming me instead?” Emmanuel asked sternly, leaving Mackenzie speechless once

again. The man on the ground stared at him, confused by Emmanuel’s peculiar accusation.

“Who sent you? My mother or grandpa?” Mackenzie, being astute,

immediately deduced the man’s background.

Only then did Emmanuel realize his mistake.

“Speak up, or I won’t spare you!” Mackenzie demanded coldly.