A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

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

frying pan?

it was time to make a

to the nearby supermarket.

he couldn’t go back to

only make this place his

was so hungry that he bought

doing his grocery shopping.

at Terence Group, the meeting had just

Mackenzie glanced at the

past nine.

her mind was filled with work as she

over to her Bentley.

in the direction

mansion.

she called out

the matter, Ms.

brakes

answer him. In

remembered that she

had warned her not

until she had

be wherever her

the country’s millennium-long

still had to

that she was

around. Take me

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

all the driver responded with,

curiosity.

remaining male

to risk losing his

careless with his words.

past ten when Emmanuel

apartment.

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the lights on when

Mackenzie was already home, especially

place looked as tidy as

in sweat after

his shirt and walked

on the spot the moment he

door.

stared wide-eyed at the woman in the tub,

ability to

enjoying a bubble bath

out of the tub, her pink toes looking like

in a field

bathtub was

could still vaguely see

water from where

woman’s figure was stunning

her skin shimmered like

Thump.

Thump.

race again, and this

was ten times

women as a gynecologist,

had never felt anything.

this time, he knew Mackenzie

from the rest.

you done staring? Do you want

your eyes?”

of screaming, the woman threatened him

at him with eyes

bathroom door

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but she now regretted not doing

Ms. Quillen. I

goosebumps all over his skin,

hurriedly fled.

initially, he leaned against the

the

for air.

I’d probably be dead. This

with blitz marriages. You

person’s habits. Her eyes

inch of that body was just

that even he, a gynecologist, would feel

way.

her chest while

the bathtub.

had managed to play it cool when

in, she now felt completely