Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416

Today, Milani was in an especially good mood. Previously, she had failed in

wooing Emmanuel and even disclosed a lot of mushy confessions because

she thought that she could achieve a lot by just making a small sacrifice.

Unexpectedly, Emmanuel already had a wife, and it was pointless for her to

cling to him. After all, a woman with her qualifications shouldn’t stoop down

to be a third party in someone’s relationship.

More importantly, Emmanuel was financially dependent on his wealthy wife,

and it would make her the gigolo’s second-hand lover if she asked him to

provide for her instead. Just the thought of this idea seemed ridiculous, so

she had no other choice but to give up. So, she moved to Onza, too

embarrassed to remain in Yeringham.

Alas, she managed to entrap a rich man. Finally, after all her efforts, the man

was going to publicly confess to her, which made her feel that she was the

main female character in one of the novels.

“Give me a kiss, baby.” The man had a white suit and looked a little pampered

and noble-just like a kid born with a silver spoon-despite having greasy skin

problems. Also, he looked a few years younger than Milani.

“Honey, you haven’t gone down on one knee to confess yet!” There was no

way Milani would agree to his proposal so easily. Even though she loved

money, she was after romance and status, too. Does he think that I’m just a

club hostess if he could just ask anything of me in public?

The man’s name was Noah Lofis, the son of a wealthy man in Onza, and had

a lot of experience playing the field. He could come up with any means to

please a woman and was ready to bend his knee just to get a kiss from

Milani. Unfortunately, an accident happened right then.

Suddenly, Mackenzie marched into the scene, raised her long leg, and kicked

the candles around, instantly putting out more than half of them. “Get out of

the way and don’t be a hindrance on the road! Get rid of this quickly or I’ll run