Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1132

Chapter 1132 No Pleasant Experience 

However, Mackenzie was unusually quiet, which made him feel a bit uneasy. 

“Mackenzie, what’s wrong? You seem preoccupied!” Emmanuel asked proactively. 

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Finally, Mackenzie looked at him. Seeing his open and honest expression, she hesitated to ask the question she originally wanted to ask. She didn’t want to doubt her husband. 

“What’s up?” Emmanuel pressed on. He could sense that his wife had something on her mind. 

Knowing Mackenzie well, he knew that it must be truly distressing if she appeared so troubled. 

“What did you do at The Paradise last night? The entire company is talking, saying you spent the night with a hostess!” Mackenzie eventually decided to bring up the matter. 

Emmanuel did indeed show a slight pause but didn’t appear flustered. He slowed down the car before responding, “I did share a room with her, but it wasn’t an intimate night. Mackenzie, do you not trust me?” Emmanuel replied with a question. 

“If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have asked!” Mackenzie, rare for her, lightly bit her crimson lips and continued to inquire, “So, why did you do it?” 

“I” Emmanuel was about to blurt out an explanation but suddenly realized he couldn’t tell his wife the truth. 

If Mackenzie learned that he did it for Nathan, considering what happened in Yeternia, she would likely guess that he was Nathan’s master, eventually revealing his identity. 

“What’s wrong? Can’t say it?” Mackenzie, disappointed with his response, questioned him. 

Although they had agreed to respect each other’s secrets after marriage, she now discovered that it was rather unpleasant that her husband was keeping things from her, especially when it involved another woman. 

“I can tell you, but I’m afraid you won’t believe me.” Emmanuel sighed slightly. “I suspected she might be Sarah, so I went to find out.” 

“What? Sarah?!” Mackenzie was surprised, as expected. But then she looked at Emmanuel with an even angrier expression. 

She knew Sarah well. Even if that woman didn’t get along with Mackenzie, she wouldn’t stoop to working as an escort in a nightclub. 

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Emmanuel sighed. 

“So, was that Sarah?” Mackenzie smirked coldly. 

This was the first time she expressed doubt to Emmanuel. She suspected he was lying just because he didn’t answer immediately. After all, there was a clear pause before he came up with an explanation. 

“Judging by appearance, no, it’s not her,” Emmanuel answered honestly, but Mackenzie was no ordinary woman. She immediately asked, “So, you’re implying you can still determine in other ways that she is Sarah, aren’t you? Do you suspect she had plastic surgery?” 

After hesitating for a moment, Emmanuel nodded. 

“So, from what details did you determine that she is Sarah?” Mackenzie’s eyes became colder by the second. 

This moment resembled a wife questioning her husband after a night out-no, not resemble. It was what it was. 

Emmanuel never thought that he would receive such treatment one day. He wondered if he should celebrate or feel troubled. 

The icy Mackenzie was becoming more down-to-earth, no longer nonchalant like when they just got married.