Book TRK
Chapter 262
“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!”
Emmanuel ran out of the restaurant before he finally caught up with
Mackenzie. For the first time, he boldly grabbed her by the hand.
Whoosh!
Mackenzie immediately swung her hand to slap him across the face.
This time, he finally dodged it. She seized the chance to pull away from him
and continue stomping away, looking like she was about to hail a taxi to bring
her home.
“I’ll send you home!” he called out.
He dragged her outstretched arm down.
The arm bounced back up.
He pressed it down.
She was stunned by his response. There was something off about him
tonight. Not only had he called her by name, but he also had the audacity to
touch her.
He did not know what came over him either. Perhaps it was the effects of
liquid courage?
When he thought of how he kissed her, his heart still skipped anxiously. He
had risked his life for that kiss.
However, why did she kiss him back?
Was the kiss meant for Quintus‘ eyes or Claudette’s?
“Enough. You can save the money you’ll be paying for the taxi by following me
home,” he said.
For once, he decided to take charge and dragged her over to his scooter.
His actions shocked her, infuriated her, and even made her laugh. She
tugged at one of the strands of her hair, speechlessly questioning him if he
was actually telling a daughter of the Quillen family to ride on the back of his
scooter.
What would people think of the great CEO of the Terence Group?
He did not care what she thought and quickly straddled the scooter. “Get on!”
“No way!”
She huffed and turned away with crossed arms.
“If you’re not getting on yourself, I’ll make you get on.”
He was seething as well.
“That’s a bluff!”
“You can verify that yourself.”
He got off the scooter. Frankly speaking, he did not want this cold war
between them to continue any longer.
Firstly, he did not want to sleep outside through the winter. If he did not do
“You filthy liar! Are you an actor?”
Quintus shook his head. He thought Emmanuel was a nobody. Who would
have known that Emmanuel actually had a trump card up his sleeves? He
had forcefully dragged home the city’s most unapproachable woman, the
woman neither Hubert nor he could get with.
As for Emmanuel, he had already forgotten about Quintus. Mackenzie was his
wife anyway, so what was wrong about riding off with her?
The scooter wobbled the entire way back to Yociam Residence.
The security guards gaped in shock upon seeing that.
They had never seen Mackenzie return home in such a vehicle.
She was always seen riding in Bentleys and Maseratis, so why was she riding
on some shabby electric scooter today? NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
This man was certainly somebody. He was able to drag a goddess down to
earth, tainting her ethereal image.