Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 978

Chapter 978

Yesterday, Marilyn used to look down on this elderly man because he was poor. Little did she know that he was a billionaire.

I wonder what her expression will be when she discovers the truth.

A Chevrolet pulled up at the entrance of the Crimson Banner Hotel. As Emmanuel stepped out of the car, he heard a request from the passenger seat.

“Manuel, I can’t open this car door.”

Queenie’s voice lacked coquettishness but possessed a compelling quality that men found hard to resist, especially when this village belle from Hero’s Village was as beautiful as a peony among green leaves.

“I’ll help you.”

Out of courtesy, Emmanuel opened the car door for her.

As the door opened, the wind at the hotel entrance made Queenie’s pink skirt flutter.

“Oh-”

Queenie quickly held down her skirt, but those smooth, beautiful legs, along with a fleeting scenic view, briefly entered Emmanuel’s mind.

This unexpected sight made his heart race.

Emmanuel was momentarily speechless, though not anxious.

“Well… thank you.”

Queenie smiled at Emmanuel and elegantly stepped out of the car.

The two of them entered the hotel together, heading for the VIP room.

“Manuel, do you still remember when we used to play house as kids, pretending we were at a hotel?” Queenie suddenly asked.

“I remember.” Emmanuel nodded.

Queenie looked up and, with a seductive smile, said, “You also said that if we ever got married for real, we must host the whole village in the best hotel-”

“Well, this hotel isn’t the best.”

Emmanuel interrupted before she could finish her sentimental reminiscence.

What he said back then was just child’s play.

Bringing it up now felt like there was a hidden agenda behind it. Besides, his intention at the time wasn’t to marry Queenie.