Love At The Wrong Table

“Get rid of this crap for me if you’re free today, Emmanuel.”

“What crap?”

Emmanuel hurried to the entrance and jumped when he saw the items.

Aside from the bouquet of fiery-crimson roses, the boxes were filled with

valuable herbs.

Many were herbs to aid Mackenzie’s convalescence, while the others were

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Though Emmanuel was a gynecologist, he was still a doctor and was

aware of their value.

All together, these are worth at least three hundred thousand!

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken, Ms. Quillen? You want these thrown

away?” Emmanuel asked, flabbergasted.

“These are sent by my admirer. Do you want me to keep them?”

Mackenzie grinned, looking pleased with herself.

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He’s not the only one with an admirer. My admirer would kick his admirer’s

ass!

Emmanuel was in no mood to argue; he knew he was no match for her.

“Send it back if you won’t accept it,” he said firmly. “It’s a waste to throw it

away! I won’t condone it!”

“In my mind, it’s already in the trash. Do what you want with it.”

Without another word, Mackenzie turned to leave. Emmanuel’s calls fell on

deaf ears.

Emmanuel tried to send it back but did not know who the sender was

since Mackenzie did not mention it.

He could not bring himself to throw it, as he felt it would be an awful waste,

so he decided to bring it home.

I’ll gladly throw the bouquet of roses, though.

As they had not gotten a divorce, Mackenzie was still his wife. He

wondered who was audacious enough to send her flowers.

Emmanuel mulled it over during work that day before succumbing by

sending Mackenzie a text to ask if he could bring the supplements home if

she did not want them.

He also made it clear that they were meant for Tommy and not him.

Mackenzie responded to his message in seconds: Whatever you like. It’s as

good as gone to me.

Since their quarrel the night before, she had wisened up against accusing

him.

Obtaining Mackenzie’s permission, Emmanuel headed to Ryder’s house

with the supplements immediately after work.

Ryder refused to accept them, deeming the gifts too expensive.

“Just take them, Ryder. I didn’t pay for any of it but instead took them from

home for Tommy. We don’t use them, anyway.”

“No way, Manny. I fear your wife will have something to say about the way

you give us things from your house.”

Ryder was an honest man who was well acquainted with the ways of the

world.

Though a married couple shared their assets, Emmanuel’s wife might

think of him as a freeloader-especially since she had paid for the house

he lived in.

Even if she did not raise her objections, Mackenzie might remember it,

which might harm their marital relations.

“Don’t worry, I’d asked Ms. Qui-Mackenzie, and she agreed. Otherwise, I

wouldn’t bring them here!”

After some more persuasion, Emmanuel convinced Ryder to accept the

boxes.

After setting down the gifts, Emmanuel had to dash off to his part-time job

and thus did not stay for dinner.

After he left, Abellyn emerged from her room. Her beady eyes glinted

when they caught sight of the heap of valuables.

“Excellent! We’ll make a small fortune once we sell them!”

“Don’t even think about it. They’re for our son!”

Ryder knew his wife well enough to foresee her selling them to play poker.

Abellyn flew into a tantrum on the spot. “Go, then! Take it all! Don’t bother

stopping Shawn from coming for me when the time comes. Let him take

me to the bathhouse and serve the men to pay off my debt!”