Chapter 9

Given Mackenzie’s fussiness, Emmanuel knew that

things would turn out bad whether she agreed to go

home with him or not.

“I’m sorry, but my schedule is full. I won’t have time this

entire week,” she answered.

Emmanuel nodded at her reply, which, weirdly enough,

made him both disappointed and relieved.

Well, as I thought, it won’t be easy to get her home to

meet my family.

“Hold on!”

Emmanuel saw a ray of hope when Mackenzie called

out just as he was about to leave the room.

Did she change her mind? Don’t tell me she’s found a

suitable time to go home with me.

To his dismay, he saw Mackenzie holding out a bank

card toward him when he turned back.

“What is this?” he asked with a frown, confounded.

He had no idea why Mackenzie was giving him money,

especially when he had not given Mackenzie the sixty

grand his mother earned with all her hard work

because he suspected their marriage might be a

scam.

What is going on?

“I don’t want that kind of cheap food at home

anymore. There’s a hundred thousand in this card, so

use it to buy whatever is needed for our home. I hope

you can find time to do some shopping for the house.

We do need a lot of things here. Just let me know if you

need more money.”

From her no-nonsense way of talking, one would easily

think Mackenzie was a*signing a task to Emmanuel at

work.

Upset by how absurd the whole situation was,

Emmanuel pushed the card back, insisting, “I’m the

man of the house, and I have a job too. I don’t need

you to pay for anything I’m using.”

His response elicited a frown from Mackenzie.

What’s with this fake chivalry? We’re already married.

Did he really not agree to this because of my money

and body?

Having spoken his piece, Emmanuel turned to leave

without even mentioning the sixty grand his mother

intended to give to Mackenzie as her betrothal gift. He

figured it would be a joke to her.

The next day, Emmanuel went to work at the hospital

as usual.

4/19

Since it had only been two years since he retired from

the military, he was only in charge of running various

tests and procedures at the Department of

Gynecology instead of being a doctor-in-charge.

“Emmanuel! Did you go on a blind date again

yesterday?”

THE

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best friend’s voice rang out from

reply, Frederick

put it across Emmanuel’s

close to one another

the time when

in middle school.

the military, they

the date go?”

he saw

“It didn’t go well.”

broke out

blind date with

was your eighteenth

a face full of

taught you? You should set

right at the

believe not a single one of

you a chance.”

Roselynn, Frederick believed that Emmanuel was

although he could be a

Hence, he found it unbelievable

the women fell for

think

exactly because I’m doing what you

  1. The date just fails every time I tell them I’m earning

a year!”

improvise!

argued, glaring

at his retort,

mentioned his salary

not want any of

8/19

can I say? Women these days are

and materialistic.”

it,” Frederick whined. “It’s hard

who’s not materialistic. It’ll be

you get one.”

understood where Frederick

the latter

him for a man

family.

have to go

a check-up today. Can you

who are doing

tests?”

agreed as Frederick left in a

Emmanuel went into the

a woman entered

your clothes and stand in front

Emmanuel instructed

from the patient, as

the moment he

on the paper.

Milani Zimmerman?

“It’s you!”

pointed her finger

when he looked up.

11/19

Are you trying to see

doctor is doing

way I’m going through with this. I demand

another doctor!”

the uproar, other patients

around, whispering

in support of Milani,

female doctor should be

concerned their privacy,

was no need to

since doctors were professionals.

was nothing new to

occurrences have taken place

the past two years.

like that, patients

a

not the case that day when Milani

budge no matter what.

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dirty loser. I finally

wife. I bet you came to this

a pervert and want to check out

aggressive when she

intend to call another doctor for

check-up.

“What’s going on?”

13/19

had attracted Frederick

gynecologists.

“Milani?”

it was Milani-the prettiest

below his back at middle school-he

to explain, “There must be

professionals in the

our patients. We treat men and women

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