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? Am I supposed

frying pan?

was

to the nearby supermarket.

go back to his family for now,

only make this place his

so hungry that he bought himself a bun

doing his grocery shopping.

Terence Group, the meeting had

the

past nine.

mind was filled with work as she

over to her Bentley.

in the direction

mansion.

she called out halfway through

matter, Ms. Quillen?” the driver

brakes and

naturally didn’t answer

that

her

mansion until she had

woman should be wherever her husband

country’s

she still had to live with

now that

me

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

driver responded

curiosity.

remaining male driver, he

risk losing his

careless with his words.

past ten when

apartment.

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lights on

was already home,

looked as tidy as

after grocery

his shirt and walked toward the

on the spot

door.

the woman in

his ability to

was enjoying a bubble bath

the tub, her pink toes looking like

a

though the bathtub

still vaguely see what

from where he was

figure was stunning

her skin shimmered

Thump.

Thump.

to race again, and

ten

many women as a gynecologist,

had never felt anything.

this time, he knew Mackenzie

from the rest.

you done staring? Do you want me to

your eyes?”

of screaming, the woman

at him with eyes

the bathroom door as she

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staying alone, but she now regretted not

Ms. Quillen. I

all over his

hurriedly fled.

acting calm initially, he leaned against the

upon exiting the bathroom

for air.

delay, and I’d probably be dead. This

problem with blitz marriages. You

habits. Her eyes were so

every inch of that body was just

even he, a gynecologist, would feel

way.

clutched her chest

the bathtub.

had managed to play it

now felt

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