Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 619

Chapter 619

“Yeah, I’m back.” Emmanuel nodded, responding to the man’s words.

The man’s name was Yosef Harper. Just like Queenie, they were Emmanuel’s

childhood playmates and even sat together in class. Not only that, but the

old godfather had wanted to take them both as disciples, teaching them

literature and martial arts.

Unfortunately, Emmanuel ended up leaving Hero’s Village with his father,

living in Yeringham, and later coming to the Northern Region. It had been

over ten years since they had last seen each other, and they finally reunited

today.

“Yeah.” Yosef nodded with a smile, which carried an intriguing impact on

people.

Firstly, he cultivated himself in literature from a young age under the old

godfather’s guidance, giving him the disposition of a scholar. Secondly, he

was recognized as a handsome man in Hero’s Village, with attractive facial

features and even dimples when he smiled. His charm was quite powerful

among women.

“After all, neither of us married Queenie…” He nodded and continued with a

smile. “Do you remember when we said as kids that we would see who would

marry her in the end?”

The villagers around them instantly became restless, engaging in lively

discussions. Queenie blushed and lowered her head shyly, her cheeks turning

red, while Mackenzie’s originally icy and indifferent face became even more

distant.

Emmanuel immediately tightened his grip on her delicate hand and smiled

dismissively. “Children say whatever comes to mind. No need to bring up

jokes like this.” He was relatively calm about it. After all, he and Yosef were

only six years old back then.

It was just a game of playing house, and a group of boys were discussing it.

He was simply one of them, coincidentally chosen as Queenie’s husband

during the game. He never had any feelings for her, and after the game, he

quickly forgot about it.

However, Mackenzie forcefully pinched his large hand, angrily pulling her

hand away. He endured the pain and glanced at her from the corner of his

eye. Oh, no. Is she angry again?

Seeing this scene, Yosef smiled again and added, “Now isn’t the time for idle

chat. You should join everyone–and worship the old godfather.”

“Alright.” Emmanuel nodded, maintaining his composure.

Frederick, on the other hand, was infuriated, his face flushed. Both Yosef and

Queenie were cunning individuals, just like heartless schemers! They

intentionally brought up such matters before and after to undermine

Emmanuel’s relationship with his wife! How disgraceful!

However, they both casually mentioned it in the context of reminiscing, and

even Emmanuel could not react, let alone him. Moreover, the traditional

ceremony of loyalty and filial piety had already begun, diverting everyone’s

attention.

The younger generation lined up, waiting to bow and pay their respects to

the old godfather. Mackenzie also stood in line with Emmanuel, observing the

unique ritual of the village.

The individual rituals held little reference value, but she observed the ones

where couples worshiped the godfather, which had their own rules and

etiquette. Firstly, they had to wear unique clothing with a filial or loyal plaque

hanging from their chest. Secondly, the posture of men and women when

worshiping was different.

Men/could just bow their heads, but women had to bury their heads on the

ground, waiting for the old godfather to tap their heads a few times,

symbolizing the opening of their wisdom and the future prosperity of their

husbands and offspring.

Although the taps were not painful and were done in the name of blessings,

the dignified Mackenzie could not possibly imitate those women, ending up

with a face covered in dirt. Who am I? Of course, the number one icy goddess

of Yeringham!