A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Being the magnanimous man that he was, Emmanuel

cast aside all his displeasure as soon as he found the

apartment and dragged his luggage in with him.

The unit was huge-more than twice the size of his

three-bedroom home-and the interior was lavishly

decorated.

The four-bedroom apartment felt a bit like a maze on

one’s first visit.

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One thing that Emmanuel noticed, however, was that

although the unit was fully furnished, there didn’t seem

to be any fast-moving consumer goods.

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That means she probably doesn’t live here on a

regular basis. Rich people sure love wasting what they

have, huh? I shared an eighty-square-foot home with

two family members, while this woman bought a

two-hundred-square-foot apartment and left it

unoccupied. If her grandfather hadn’t forced her to get

married, and she needed to use this place to keep me,

it probably would’ve stayed empty forever.

The man scoffed at his own thoughts.

Wait, “keep me?” I just made myself sound like I’m

living off her. That’s not what I’m here for! I just needed

to find a woman to spend my days with, and we’re

both getting something out of each other. Besides, I

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much the same as paying rent.

Out of the four bedrooms, only the biggest one had

multiple closets filled with brand-new clothes.

This must be her lair.

There was an array of shirts and coats, but only three

pairs of underwear-all of which were either fully white

or black and made of cotton.

What a waste of a body like that. Why doesn’t she wear

something spicier?

Despite thinking that, Emmanuel had no interest in

touching her clothes and walked away. Then, he

picked the bedroom furthest from hers as his own.

Considering how much Mackenzie hated men, he knew

he was better off staying as far away from her as

possible.

Rumble.

Feeling his stomach growl again, Emmanuel headed

into the kitchen.

Seriously? All this premium cookware and equipment,

What’s the point?

frying pan?

man decided it was

to the nearby supermarket.

he couldn’t go back to his family

make this place his

he bought himself a bun

doing his grocery shopping.

the meeting

Mackenzie glanced at the time. It

past nine.

filled with work as she

over to her Bentley.

her in the direction of

mansion.

called out

Ms.

brakes and

didn’t answer him. In fact,

just remembered that she was now

Terence had warned her not to return

until

wherever her husband was;

the country’s millennium-long

of her status, she still had

that

me

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

was all the driver

curiosity.

only remaining male driver, he

risk losing his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

past ten when Emmanuel returned to

apartment.

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left the lights on when leaving, so

was already

as

after grocery shopping, the

off his shirt and

to freeze on the spot the moment he opened

door.

stared wide-eyed at the woman in

ability to

a bubble bath with

out of the tub, her

a

though the bathtub was

could still vaguely see what

from where

figure was stunning beyond

skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

to race again, and

ten

many women

had never felt anything.

time, he knew

from the rest.

Do you want me to carve

your eyes?”

screaming, the woman threatened

glared at him with eyes that

locked the bathroom door as she was

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she now

I didn’t

over his skin,

hurriedly fled.

he

upon exiting the bathroom and

for air.

of delay, and I’d probably

problem with blitz

other person’s habits. Her eyes were

inch of that body

even he, a gynecologist, would

way.

Mackenzie clutched her chest while

the bathtub.

she had managed to play it cool

felt completely on

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