A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 913 I Am Your Wife

“Old Mr. Quillen, I don’t mean his character.” Alfred rolled up his sleeves.

“Oh?” Terence gradually composed himself, no longer appearing intoxicated. “You mean his abilities?”

“Yes,” Alfred finally expressed. “Each time I meet him, his skills would improve significantly, which is quite unusual.”

“So, do you think he’s superior to you?” Terence asked with interest!

“I don’t know; perhaps he’s just a little more youthful,” Alfred replied modestly, then continued, “Old Mr. Quillen, do you suspect that he might be concealing something about his identity?”

“Haha, why even have doubts?” Terence chuckled. “That young man is definitely not ordinary, as I’ve said before. As for his true identity, when the time comes, we will naturally find out. There’s no need to investigate further. I just need to believe in him as a person and trust that he will treat Mackenzie well.”

in agreement and secretly marveled at how the old master had wisdom behind his seemingly simple demeanor. Emmanuel

side, Emmanuel entered Mackenzie’s

room was quite spacious, almost as large as their residence in Yociam Residence, and even larger than some standard

bit tired. I’ll take a shower first,”

couldn’t quite grasp Mackenzie’s thoughts. He felt like she had been carrying a heavy burden

bathroom, Mackenzie undressed, and with her eyes closed, she let the warm water

curves made her body look like the most perfect piece of art in the world. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of sanctity that only a woman who

impurity couldn’t be washed away with water, no matter how much she

eyes closed, she could vividly recall the moments when that man had embraced her tightly in the sea, pressed his chest to hers on the shore, and kissed her. Although she hadn’t initiated those actions, they had undeniably happened. She didn’t know how to confess this to Emmanuel or whether

how traditional she was and how strict she was about her own

his phone. It had been almost an hour, and he wondered what his wife could possibly be doing in there. He knew Mackenzie had a cleanliness obsession, but she had never taken such a long time to shower in their home