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 to

frying pan?

man decided it was

to the nearby supermarket.

to his

make this place

was so hungry that he bought himself a

doing his grocery shopping.

at Terence Group, the meeting had

Mackenzie glanced at the time. It

past nine.

usual, her mind was filled with work

over to her Bentley.

took her in the direction of the

mansion.

she called out halfway through the

the matter, Ms. Quillen?”

the brakes and asked

naturally didn’t answer him. In fact,

remembered that she was now

warned her not to

mansion until she had given

wherever her husband

the country’s

still

that she

around. Take me to

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

the driver responded with, despite

curiosity.

Mackenzie’s only remaining male driver, he

losing his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

when Emmanuel returned

apartment.

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on when leaving, so he

Mackenzie was already home,

as tidy

after grocery

shirt and walked toward

the spot the moment he opened

door.

at the woman in the

his ability to

was enjoying a bubble bath with

her pink toes

a field

bathtub was filled

could still vaguely see

the water from

was

skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

began to race

was ten

seen so many women as

had never felt anything.

he knew Mackenzie

from the rest.

staring? Do you want me

your eyes?”

screaming, the woman threatened him

with eyes

bathroom door as

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staying alone, but she now regretted

I didn’t know

all over his

hurriedly fled.

acting calm initially, he

upon exiting the bathroom

for air.

and I’d probably be

with blitz

habits. Her

God, every inch of that body

think that even he, a gynecologist,

way.

her chest

the bathtub.

play it cool when the

felt completely on edge

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