Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

“Haha, since we’ve bumped into each other tonight, we’ve got to have a drink

together!”

As though kidnapping Emmanuel, Quintus enthusiastically grabbed hold of

the man and refused to let him go.

Emmanuel declined several times, but Quintus remained adamant. Having

no other choice, he could only flash Quintus a wry smile and remark, “I’ve got

to ask my wife first.”

“Whoa! You seem pretty powerful, yet you’re a henpecked husband? Can’t

you even handle a weak woman when you’re a man?” Quintus mocked.

Chuckling, Emmanuel explained, “My wife is only keeping a tight leash on me

now because I had been in three fights in the span of a month.”

“Haha, how ironic, buddy! You can wipe the floor with men, yet you can’t do

anything about a mere woman?” Quintus teased him incessantly.

Ignorant about his situation, Emmanuel did not bother gainsaying him.

Shortly after, Mackenzie received a text from Emmanuel.

Upon learning that he had been strong–armed by Quintus into having a drink.

together, she was entirely speechless.

Good Lord! Quintus couldn’t get me to go for a drink with him, so he nabbed

my

husband instead!

She texted back: Be home by eleven o’clock.

She did not restrict Emmanuel’s freedom, but that was her stipulation.

Emmanuel glanced at the time. It’s just nine o’clock now, and there are two

hours more. I can have a drink with Quintus.

After deciding on the venue, the two men drove to Nightfall Bar.

It was a high–end nightclub in Yeringham. Although the atmosphere in the

establishment was explosive, everything was orderly, unlike the chaotic

ambiance at The Paradise.

Emmanuel followed Quintus to the door of a private room. At once, a man in

a suit and leather shoes walked up to them from the opposite direction.

It was none other than Zane.

“I’ve reserved a private room for you long ago, Mr. Lenoir. But why did you

bring a man over?” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

It was only natural that he was surprised, for Quintus had repeatedly said

that he would be bringing Mackenzie over.

He had thought that the man intended to get her sloshed, thus hoping for a

glimpse of her beauty, but the person who came had turned into a man

instead.

“Hey, I’ve naturally got to go for some masculine company when it comes to

drinking. Let’s not talk about women tonight!”

“Understood, Mr. Lenoir. Please excuse me, then.”

There was a two–fold purpose in Zane visiting the bar that night.

Firstly, it was to help Quintus reserve a private room.

Secondly, it was because two women from his hometown asked him out for

a drink through various channels. Thus, he agreed to meet them at the bar.

This reason was actually his main motivation.

He had heard that the sisters were exceedingly seductive. Since they offered

themselves up to him on a silver platter, he planned to bed them there after

drinking. In other words, he would be killing two birds with one stone.

When he walked past Emmanuel, he greeted the latter politely, seeing that

the man was Quintus‘ friend.

In return, Emmanuel inclined his head at Zane.

Just as he was about to enter the private room, he caught sight of two

familiar figures stepping into the lobby downstairs out of the corner of his

eye.

Isn’t that Chloe and Abellyn? What are they doing here late at night?

A sense of foreboding swamped him, especially when the two women were

dressed sexily. Abellyn was even wearing black shorts, her form–fitting shirt

so tight that her breasts were in danger of spilling out.

Does Ryder know that his wife is patronizing such a place late at night?

“What are you looking at, buddy? Come in and have a drink! If you want to

have a bar hostess for company, just say the word!”

Quintus draped an arm over Emmanuel’s shoulder, mistakenly assuming that

the latter wanted to have feminine company.

“I merely saw an acquaintance, Quintus. Also, I’m married. I don’t mind having

a drink and chatting with you, but we can’t have any bar hostesses!”

Emmanuel made his stance clear.

There was an instant connection between Quintus and him because they

had both been in the military. That was the only reason he befriended the latter. He had no intentions of messing around.

“Haha, you’re just like me, Emmanuel! Neither am I interested in those

shameless women. I only like challenging ones!”

Having been in the military, Quintus did not sound at all like a wealthy heir in

his speech. Nonetheless, Emmanuel liked his style.

The two of them had a great time drinking in the private room.