Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

“Ms. Beatrix, we should keep a distance from each

other and maintain the boundaries with the opposite

gender. Where are you bringing me?”

Finally, Emmanuel couldn’t stand it anymore and

shoved her away.

He was utterly confounded. How did she know me?

“How could you possibly utter such a vile statement?”

Beatrix jeered, her voice dripping with disdain. “It’s

nothing short of repulsive!”

To Beatrix, physical appearance was of the utmost

importance when selecting a partner. She thought

Emmanuel was attractive, and she had also learned

about his valorous accomplishment from Mackenzie.

Mackenzie had relayed to her that Emmanuel’s swift

action enabled the Terence Group’s project to

continue moving forward without a hitch. These factors

combined to give her a very positive impression of him.

However, when she saw him flirting with Roselynn

behind her sister’s back a while ago, her favorable

impression of him disappeared into thin air.

Earlier, she showed up to help Emmanuel upon

receiving Lexi’s report as he was Mackenzie’s husband.

“What are you talking about?” Emmanuel asked with a

frown.

He was asking her to make herself clear.

“What else? You’re married, right? How could you even

think of flirting with someone else behind your wife’s

back? That’s outrageous!” Beatrix exclaimed with her

hands on her hips.

However, Emmanuel wasn’t interested at all in her

curvaceous body. He was amused and didn’t bother

taking another look at her.

“Why are you laughing?” Beatrix demanded.

It was time for Beatrix to demand an explanation. If his

explanation wasn’t satisfactory, she would definitely

make him pay.

Members of the upper–class society in Yeringham

were well acquainted with the Quillen sisters. One was

an ice queen, and another was known for her fiery

temper.

No one had the capacity to calm Beatrix’s temper

when she was in the throes of a furious outburst.

“You’re funny.”

Emmanuel finally deigned himself to look at her. “I

don’t know how you figured out that I’m married, but

you don’t even know that Roselynn is my real sister. Are

“Who says siblings must resemble each other?” 

I’m his sister–in–law, but he doesn’t even know it. This is

certain that her sister had been keeping things a