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?

frying pan?

it was time to make a trip

to the nearby supermarket.

go back to his family for

this place

was so hungry that he bought

doing his grocery shopping.

at Terence Group, the meeting had

glanced at the

past nine.

her mind was filled

over to her Bentley.

took her in

mansion.

she called out halfway through the

matter, Ms. Quillen?” the

the brakes

naturally didn’t answer him. In

that she was now

had warned her not to return to

mansion until she had

wherever her husband was;

country’s millennium-long

she still had

that

me

“Yes, Ms. Quillen.”

was all the driver responded with,

curiosity.

only remaining male driver, he

his high-paying job by

careless with his words.

when Emmanuel returned to

apartment.

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had left the lights on

was already home,

place looked as tidy as

after grocery shopping,

and walked

to freeze on the spot the moment

door.

wide-eyed at the woman in

ability to

enjoying a bubble bath with

out of the tub, her pink toes looking

in a field

though the bathtub was filled

vaguely see

from

figure was stunning

her skin shimmered

Thump.

Thump.

race

was ten times

so many women as

had never felt anything.

time, he knew Mackenzie

from the rest.

Do you want

your eyes?”

screaming, the woman threatened him

with eyes

the bathroom door as

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she now regretted not

sorry, Ms. Quillen. I didn’t know you

over his

hurriedly fled.

initially, he leaned against the

upon exiting the bathroom

for air.

I’d

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person’s habits. Her eyes were so

my God, every inch of that

that even he,

way.

Mackenzie clutched her chest while

the bathtub.

she had managed to play

now felt completely on edge

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