Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 355

Chapter 355

It was nearly 6.00PM when Emmanuel finally walked out of the operating

room.

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When Frederick spotted him hurriedly changing out of his scrubs, he walked

over and teased, “Old boy, a girl named Ms. Quillen called. She said that if you

still want your wife, you must go to Room 1314, Serenity Resort, at 6.00PM.”

“Serenity Resort?” Emmanuel froze when he heard the name of the resort.

Isn’t that the place I’m going to later? I thought Ms. Lenoir asked me out, so

who is this Ms. Quillen? Then, he asked, “Are you sure it’s a young girl?”

“That’s right! She must be your wife’s younger sister. So, go and reconcile with

your wife. If you’re even a man, then stop dawdling!” While saying this,

Frederick patted his shoulder. Mackenzie is such a perfect wife for Emmanuel

because she is beautiful, wealthy, and always willing to pitch in and help with

his family. In addition, she is the type of wife every man dreams about

having. If they break up over petty issues, he will likely regret it for the rest of

his life.

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Emmanuel nodded, emotions were actually warring within him. Should I

cancel my dinner with Ms. Lenoir tonight, given that we only made plans for it

last night? However, I never cancel plans with others. Even so, I want to replace

Mackenzie, and it has been a few days since I left home. I thought I could get

back to my old, quiet life as a single man, but I couldn’t stop thinking about

her. Sometimes, even in the shower, I will suddenly be reminded of the

woman I’ve been living with for the past two months. Despite having never

been in a relationship, I finally understand what it means to be in love now

that I’ve been through a divorce and have had to face the prospect of

moving on without the person I once loved. The dinner with Ms. Lenoir is only

a token of my appreciation, so I suppose I can reschedule it. With that in

mind, he exited the hospital to replace a Rolls–Royce that had been circling in the

area for quite some time pulled up in front of him.

Emmanuel!” Claudette cheerfully grinned at him from the back seat as she

rolled down the window. I will no longer address him as Dr. Lowe, and as Aunt

Laura has pointed out, this will drive a wedge between us. Henceforth, I am a

homewrecker about to become his soon–to–be legal wife!

Ms. Lenoir!” He was astonished when he saw her because he had not

anticipated her waiting for him when he got off work.

Hop on.” While saying this, her eyebrows arched alluringly, making it difficult.

for any man to refuse her.

In contrast, Emmanuel observed through the open window that Claudette

was dressed impeccably and resembled the finest collector Barbie doll. “You

look amazing today, Ms. Lenoir.” As he complimented her, he couldn’t help but

feel under duress.

“Yup! It’s my birthday!” Yet, she did not beat around the bush when she said

this.

On the other hand, he was taken aback by her response and awkwardly

replied, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll go get you a present right away.”

“Just get in the car!” She did not want him to leave, though, and with her head

bowed and cheeks flushed, she uttered in a barely audible voice, “Your

presence is the best birthday present for me.”

Huh? What did you say?” At this instant, Emmanuel felt like he had misheard

Claudette.

“I–I was just saying I don’t need a present. A free meal from you is the best

present I could ask for.” Then, she jumped at the chance to make her words

less cliche.

Even so, her words made him uneasy, but since she was the birthday girl, he

got into the car out of respect.

In the meantime, he was still trying to figure out who Ms. Quillen was, and he

certainly didn’t expect it to be Beatrix Quillen. He also didn’t know anyone

from Mackenzie’s family, having only fleeting interactions with Terence and

Felicity. Consequently, if others discovered that he had not met everyone in

his wife’s family despite being married to her for two months, he would

become a laughingstock.