Chapter 8

Emmanuel hurried over to help Mackenzie up, but his

hand stopped in the air abruptly when he sensed an

intimidating aura around her.

He hesitated, wondering if he should touch her.

Looking at the motionless woman with beads of sweat

trickling down her forehead, he eventually mustered

his courage and picked her up.

To his surprise, she felt much lighter than he expected

for a five-and-a-half-foot-tall person.

In fact, he reckoned she weighed only around a

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hundred and ten pounds.

“D-Don’t touch me!”

Mackenzie still managed to shoot him a steely glare

despite the gripping pain she felt.

It was nothing compared to how much she detested

the touch of a man, let alone being carried by one.

Goosebumps broke out across her body the moment

Emmanuel touched her.

The man evaded her hostile eyes and gently put her

down on the couch, saying, “Just look at you. You don’t

eat regularly. That’s why you’re having stomach flu

now.”

Wait. How does he even know that? We’ve only known

each other for a day!

Mackenzie was taken aback by how much Emmanuel

knew about her, but before she could respond,

Emmanuel had lifted her nightgown.

“W-What do you think you’re doing? I’ll kill you!”

Mackenzie exploded in a burst of energy, twisting

Emmanuel’s arm.

There was no way she would let a man like him take

advantage of her, especially when she was a daughter

of the Quillen family and had been practicing martial

arts her whole life.

Despite how painful the grip was, Emmanuel did not

fight back. “I’m just trying to help ease your pain,” he

explained, gritting his teeth.

Looks can be deceiving, man. She’s not ladylike at all,

despite how gorgeous she is!

“A-Aren’t you a gynecologist? Do you know internal

medicine too?”

Mackenzie had doubts, but there was no time for that.

Another sharp spasm of pain struck, forcing her to let

go of Emmanuel and hold her stomach.

“I can well call 911 if you don’t trust me, but you’ll have

pain until

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this, Mackenzie took her

was no way she would swallow

have his way,

because of

squatted down

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a big, warm palm lifting

she did

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she should

break him into pieces later if she

he was purely

Emmanuel felt his heart

he saw Mackenzie’s pair of fair

flawless legs.

he gulped without even knowing

her skirt.

gynecologist, he had never felt a

attraction toward any woman

he quickly

before warming her

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from his

“Urgh…”

finally felt more comfortable

went through her stomach, dispelling the

from earlier.

gesture a few times

massaged her lower abdomen.

tight and toned. She

enough to work out

is this you’re doing?” Mackenzie asked,

her lower lip.

had always abhorred men’s touch, but this time,

when Emmanuel

the sense of distaste was still

felt good and embarrassed

The feeling perplexed her.

pressure on your

looking down to avoid eye contact.

could not help but steal a glance

Mackenzie’s legs.

truly a

did he know, Mackenzie was watching

move.

man is finally showing

put up a front as if they are

marry you, but the truth is that all men

They’re all

feeling?”

You should stop touching me

Mackenzie instructed coldly.

told, but

with this aversion? I’m

just trying to help

lower lip and

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understand why

between a man

uncomfortable about

you something to eat.

work overtime with an

Emmanuel remarked, standing up to

a doctor or as

asked indifferently.

“Is that even important?”

Does she have

that question and

in at eleven, so

disturb me after that.”

and

getting along with a

than working

later, Emmanuel headed to her

a plate of

Mackenzie when

door.

the ingredients? Wait. Do you

how to cook?”

course I bought groceries. Your kitchen is

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