Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 120

“I’ve had enough.”

Nodding, Mackenzie wiped her lips daintily.

The next second, she was stunned.

Emmanuel picked up her leftovers and ate them without hesitation.

Shocked, Mackenzie pointed a finger at him. “H–How could you do that?”

“What?”

Emmanuel blinked innocently. “Didn’t you say you’ve had enough?”

“You shouldn’t have ate it even if I didn’t want it!”

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Mackenzie felt as if he was on a different wavelength than her. She

-scowled at his look of confusion. “You finishing my leftovers is the same as

us kissing, isn’t it?”

Comprehension dawned on Emmanuel’s face.

So that’s what she’s worried about.

Then, he laughed. “You almost kissed me that night when you were drunk,

How does this-”

his sentence, he

moment, a pillow came

for Emmanuel, he reacted quickly by catching it.

Mackenzie in terror.

frigid glare was as cold as a blade forged with ice that was

down. He felt a premonitory pain

another word, or

misandry and would get goosebumps if a man

brushed her skin.

earlier sight of Emmanuel finishing

half–eaten pancake.

dare he bring up the embarrassing thing I did? Is he

the sight of the

them at him. His gaze fell instinctively

unfinished glass of milk.

Mackenzie snapped. Originally not intending

quickly drained the glass in a gulp

her a thumbs–up of approval. “That’s right,

Avoid wastage.”

“Get out!”

feet after setting

pancake wasn’t indirectly kissing, drinking my

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not Emmanuel’s intention; he simply did not like wasting food.

a glance at the frigid woman like he

finished his own glass,

him. “Don’t you think living like this robs

man of his dignity?”

“What?”