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,

point? Am I supposed to eat

frying pan?

was time to make

to the nearby supermarket.

go back to his family for now,

this

that he bought

doing his grocery shopping.

the meeting had just

glanced at the time. It

past nine.

usual, her mind was filled

over to her Bentley.

took her in the

mansion.

called out

Ms. Quillen?” the driver

the brakes and

didn’t answer

just remembered that she was

her not

family mansion until

wherever her husband was;

country’s

status, she still had to

that she

me to

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

the driver responded with, despite

curiosity.

only remaining male driver,

to risk losing his high-paying job

careless with his words.

when Emmanuel returned

apartment.

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on when leaving, so he

was already

place looked as

in sweat after grocery

his shirt and

the spot

door.

wide-eyed at the woman in the tub,

ability

bubble bath with

the tub, her pink toes

a

though the bathtub was filled with

still vaguely see what

from where he was

was

skin shimmered

Thump.

Thump.

began to race again, and this

ten times

many women as a gynecologist,

had never felt anything.

time, he

from the rest.

you

your eyes?”

the woman threatened

him with eyes that could

never locked the bathroom door as

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but she now regretted

Quillen. I didn’t know you were

goosebumps all over

hurriedly fled.

calm initially, he leaned against the

exiting the

for air.

and I’d probably be dead.

with blitz marriages.

habits. Her

my God, every inch of that

even he, a gynecologist, would

way.

clutched her

the bathtub.

play

felt

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