Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1172

Chapter 1172 The Identities of the Two Women 

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“Got it, boss.” Ashton was wholly impatient. Why should she have a good attitude toward Emmanuel when she 

wasn’t his woman?! 

After Sage left, the two sat facing each other, and for a moment, their eyes met, but neither spoke, creating a 

somewhat awkward atmosphere. 

“Hmph, Emmanuel, what exactly are you trying?” Finally, Ashton spoke with exasperation. 

“Me?” Emmanuel chuckled, “What did I do?” 

“What’s with that attitude?!” Ashton fumed. “Back then, you came asking me to arrange a blind date for my brother 

with your sister. Now that my brother has accidentally fallen for your sister, she won’t give him a chance anymore. 

She hurts his feelings again and again, making him drown his sorrows with alcohol. You and your sister are doing 

this on purpose, aren’t you?!” 

“Well…” Emmanuel was momentarily speechless. The situation had indeed developed beyond what he had 

expected. He genuinely felt sorry for Julian. 

“Either way, you started this mess; you clean it up. If my brother continues to be heartbroken, you’ll be talking to my fists!” Ashton taunted loftily, her arms crossed, and her face turned away. 

She was casually dressed that day, wearing a tight black outfit that accentuated her well-endowed chest, making her a formidable sight. 

Emmanuel sighed, unsure how to respond at the moment. 

Just then, a man holding a large bunch of fiery red roses approached them. “Sir, is your girlfriend upset? Buy some roses to cheer her up!” 

Huh? Say what? Emmanuel was stupefied. The man had made a huge mistake. 

He was about to explain to the man, but Ashton had already proudly stated, “Hmph, I’m not his girlfriend!” 

The man laughed and said to Emmanuel, “You see, if you don’t pacify your girlfriend, she might leave!” 

Upon hearing the flower seller’s words, Ashton felt inexplicably happy. She found herself wishing that Emmanuel would actually cheer her up. Seeing that he was her constant source of irritation, she thought it would be amusing if he tried to make her happy! Unfortunately, she was just being wishful. 

Emmanuel waved his hand. “Didn’t she say it herself? She’s not my girlfriend, and we’re not dating, so we don’t need any flowers! Thanks.” 

“You jerk!” Ashton, upon hearing his response, got inexplicably angry and slammed the table. “Emmanuel, are you even a man? Are you so poor? Seeing me upset, whether I’m your girlfriend or not, as a man, will it kill you to buy me flowers?!” 

Emmanuel was rendered speechless. He couldn’t understand why Ashton was so angry. Do all women like flowers? 

me flowers?!” 

Emmanuel was rendered speechless. He couldn’t understand why Ashton was so angry. Do all women like flowers? 

“Alright, how much is one?” 

“100 each, sir!” 

“What?!” Emmanuel thought he had misheard. Although he had never bought roses for a woman himself, he had accompanied his older sister to the New Year flower market before. 

He couldn’t believe a rose that normally cost ten dollars at most was now being sold for a hundred. This was practically daylight robbery! 

Seeing his expression, Ashton not only didn’t think it was expensive but even felt rather triumphant, having a great sense of accomplishment having made the annoying guy buy her roses at an exorbitant price. She could brag about it for a century. 

“Sir, the price is fixed, no bargaining!” The man was also smug. After all, he was a veteran who had been selling flowers here for a long time. If a woman wanted it, he could easily make a man pay even 200 dollars for one. 

“Fine, one.”