Love At The Wrong Table

“What? Where did you go just now?” Mackenzie

inquired casually after noticing her sister had

disappeared for a while.

“Hehe! I went to help you spy on a cheating husband,

of course!”

“What?”

Mackenzie frowned, and her gaze instantly became icy

cold.

When Beatrix saw her sister’s reaction, she appeared

scared on the outside, but she was ecstatic on the

inside. The stronger her reaction, the more important

that man is to her!

If it were any other man, Mackenzie would not be

bothered to spare them a glance even if he was

hooking up with other women in public, let alone show

any expression.

What exactly is that man capable of? I can’t believe he

can make my sister care about him.

However, to Beatrix’s disappointment, Mackenzie

merely frowned for a second before walking away with

an expression of indifference.

On the contrary, the former pouted, thinking it was not

fun, and ran after her. “Mackenzie, are you just going to

condone that man’s behavior?”

Mackenzie pretended to find it funny. “We agreed when

we married that it was all for show. Hence, I don’t care

if he cheats on me, let alone picks up girls!”

Naturally, she hoped that Emmanuel would cheat.

When that happened, she would have a legitimate

reason to get a divorce, and Terence would have

nothing to say about it.

“Is that so?”

Beatrix was a shrewd girl, and having lived with her

sister for so many years, how could she not know her

well?

She won’t even bother to explain herself if she truly

doesn’t care.

Moreover, she could easily tell that Mackenzie’s

carefree smile was fake.

For a woman with my sister’s personality, pretending to

smile carefreely is already very telling. She genuinely

cares about that man on the inside! Hehe! Maybe this

is the power of marriage?

“Then I’ll go to that man again, say you don’t care, and

let him continue what he’s doing!”

With that said, Beatrix deliberately turned around and

ran.

However, she had only run a little when she found

herself stuck in the same spot. It turned out that

Mackenzie had grabbed her from behind.

“Come back. You’d better mind your own business!

Otherwise, I’ll get Grandpa to give him to you!”

Mackenzie’s tactic worked as Beatrix immediately stuck

out her tongue and gave in.

The latter had just turned twenty and did not want to

be tied down by love so soon.

After the two sisters finished chatting, Mackenzie

continued socializing with the business elites but

became a little absent–minded.

Even she found it very strange. Why do images of

Emmanuel chatting and laughing with other women

keep appearing in my mind?

Before the banquet was over, she felt disinterested and

left the venue.

When she returned to Yociam Residence, she found

that the house was pitch–black.

She glanced at her watch and saw that it would be

eleven o’clock in twenty–five minutes. Emmanuel still

isn’t back yet?

“D*mn it!”

Mackenzie was furious. She hated nightlife and disliked

others disturbing her sleep at night even more.

My sleep will be disrupted if Emmanuel returns too late.

A woman’s complexion will suffer if she doesn’t get

enough sleep.

Indeed, she had already explained clearly to herself

that the reason for her anger was not because he was

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When that man comes back, I must set some rules for

him!

She was not expecting him to step into the house not

long after she entered it.

“Eh? You’re back so late too?”

Seeing that Mackenzie appeared to have just returned,

Emmanuel took advantage of the situation and asked,

unaware that the two had attended the same banquet

that night.

Mackenzie felt even more frustrated. She could

rightfully set rules for him if he had returned after

eleven o’clock, but now, she could not vent her anger.

“I will never return home after eleven as I must rest

before that. Got it?”

“Uh… Understood!”

Emmanuel nodded, but he felt that she seemed angry.

Why do I feel like her words carried a hint of hostility?

“Where did you go tonight?”

Mackenzie pretended to inquire casually in the next moment, but her gaze was sharp. Let’s see how he responds.