Chapter 87
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 87
Secondly, she had just set up a few rules with him.
That guy has never waited up for me. How can I expect him to be there to
open the door for me if I call out?
However, the pain in her belly intensified, and the dizziness worsened,
causing her to drop to her haunches in front of the door.
What am I going to do?
Right when she decided to call for the driver to help her, the door opened.
âWhat happened?â
Emmanuel hurriedly helped her up when he saw her drenched in a cold
sweat on the floor.
âWhat⦠What are you doing? Youâve never waited up for me.â
Mackenzie feigned standoffish and tried to push him away.
Emmanuel sighed and didnât touch her after that.
However, she slumped to the ground in the next second. With quick
reflexes, he urgently grabbed onto hér.
âDonât touch me! Weâve signed an agreement! You canât touch me!â
Mackenzie shoved him away again.
Emmanuelâs expression turned grim as he carried her into his arms. He
turned around, kicking the door closed.
âYou! How dare you!â
Mackenzie clenched her teeth in anger. His actions cleared away the
drunken fog in her mind.
How dare he carry me like this!
Emmanuel wasnât intimidated by her threat and proceeded to throw her
on her bed. âLie down and donât move. Iâll make something to sober you up.
You shouldnât have drunk so much if you couldnât handle it. Itâs not good for
your stomach.â
His chiding added fuel to her fire. She struggled to get up and shouted,
âWho says Iâm a lightweight? Do you know how much I drank? How am I
supposed to talk business if I canât drink?â
Seeing her sluggish movements and how she couldnât keep herself up, he
had no choice but to help her into bed.
He didnât expect her to fall into his embrace and puke all over him.
âHey, what are you doing? This is my pajamas, not a dishcloth!â
Emmanuelâs temper sparked. He only had one pajama, and she had
sullied it with her vomit. What was he going to wear that night?
To his surprise, he found that her vomit actually smelled nice.
Mackenzie ignored him and continued to hurl. She finally stopped after
emptying her stomach.
Looking down at his dirty clothes, he angrily carried her back to bed.
âIs this how someone in the upper management should act? Luckily, you
know how to find your way home despite being a lightweight! Otherwise,
the street sweepers wouldâve sent you to the morgue the next morning.â
After giving her a piece of his mind, he went to the kitchen to prepare
some coffee to sober her up and rummaged through the cabinets for
gastric medication.
Shortly after, he set down a cup of coffee and pills on the nightstand.
âTake this!â
âW-What is this?â
Mackenzie was more alert than before after getting some alcohol out of
her. Mortification filled her as she recalled her earlier actions.
Good thing Emmanuel is a good, honest guy. The people of Yeringham will
be shocked if the things Iâve done tonight get out. They canât imagine what
a standoffish female CEO looks like when drunk.
âItâs coffee and antacids. Theyâll help you sober up.â
Guilt washed over Mackenzie at Emmanuelâs words.
Heâs taking care of me sincerely. Yet, here I am, assuming he married me
for my wealth and looks. I drafted the agreement to warn him not to act
recklessly and get any stupid ideas in his head. Now, Iâm wondering if
thatâs the right move.
âWhatever. Itâs up to you whether you want to take them or not.â
Emmanuel knew her temperament well, so he didnât spend any time
coaxing her to take them. Instead, he whirled around and left her room,
shutting the door behind him.
With a slam, the couple was separated by a door.
Mackenzie huffed at him, then lay down on the bed. After contemplating
for a stretch, she sat up and took the medicine and coffee.
The dizziness was too much for her, so she fell asleep soon after.
Everything was right as rain when she woke up the next morning. She
noticed he had already left for work when she got out of bed.
My bedroom door wasnât locked last night, so heâs really not interested in
me that way.
âHmph! One night doesnât count! Iâll have to continue observing him.â
Itâs all Grandpaâs stupid text! I have no reason to let my guard down
around Emmanuel.