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,

food! What’s the point? Am I supposed to eat

frying pan?

decided it was time to make

to the nearby supermarket.

back to

this place his new

he bought himself a

doing his grocery shopping.

Terence Group, the

the time. It

past nine.

mind was filled with work

over to her Bentley.

took her in the direction of the

mansion.

she called out halfway through

the matter, Ms. Quillen?” the

the brakes

naturally didn’t answer him. In fact,

remembered that she was now

her not to return

until

be wherever

country’s millennium-long

status, she still had to live

now that she

me

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

the driver responded

curiosity.

only remaining male

his high-paying

careless with his words.

was past ten when Emmanuel returned

apartment.

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on

already

as tidy as

after grocery shopping, the

off his shirt and walked

on the spot the

door.

at the woman in the tub,

ability

was enjoying a bubble

out of the tub, her pink

a field of

bathtub was filled with

vaguely see what

from where he

was stunning beyond

skin shimmered

Thump.

Thump.

to race again,

ten times

seen so many women as a

had never felt anything.

time, he

from the rest.

staring? Do you want me to

your eyes?”

of screaming, the

him with eyes that could

the bathroom door as she was

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she now regretted not

Ms. Quillen. I

goosebumps all over

hurriedly fled.

he leaned against the

the bathroom

for air.

of delay, and I’d probably be dead. This

the problem with blitz marriages.

other person’s habits. Her eyes were so

God, every inch of that

even he, a

way.

clutched her

the bathtub.

play

she now felt completely on

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