Chapter 4

Emmanuel, embodying his generous nature, set aside any discontentment he felt as soon as he discovered the apartment and proceeded to bring his luggage inside.

The unit was remarkably spacious, more than twice the size of his three-bedroom house, and adorned with lavish decorations.

During his initial visit, the four-bedroom apartment seemed like a bit of a maze.

One observation that caught Emmanuel's attention was the absence of everyday household items in the furnished unit.

It appears that she doesn't reside here regularly. It's interesting how wealthy individuals tend to disregard what they possess. While I shared an eighty-square-foot space with two family members, this woman purchased a two-hundred-square-foot apartment and left it unoccupied. If it weren't for her grandfather pressuring her into marriage and needing this place to accommodate me, it would likely have remained empty indefinitely.

Emmanuel couldn't help but scoff 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,

but no food! What's the point? Am I supposed to eat a

frying pan?

Thus, the man decided it was time to make a trip down

to the nearby supermarket.

Since he couldn't go back to his family for now, he

could only make this place his new home.

He was so hungry that he bought himself a bun before

doing his grocery shopping.

Back at Terence Group, the meeting had just ended,

and Mackenzie glanced at the time. It was already

past nine.

Per usual, her mind was filled with work as she walked

over to her Bentley.

The driver took her in the direction of the family

mansion.

"Stop!" she called out halfway through the journey.

"What's the matter, Ms. Quillen?" the driver immediately

hit the brakes and asked politely.

The woman naturally didn't answer him. In fact, she

had only just remembered that she was now married,

and Terence had warned her not to return to the

Quillen family mansion until she had given birth.

A woman should be wherever her husband was; this

was the country's millennium-long tradition.

Regardless of her status, she still had to live with her

husband now that she was married.

"Turn around. Take me to Yociam Residence."

"Yes, Ms. Quillen."

That was all the driver responded with, despite his

curiosity.

As Mackenzie's only remaining male driver, he wasn't

going to risk losing his high-paying job by being

careless with his words.

It was past ten when Emmanuel returned to the

apartment.

He had left the lights on when leaving, so he didn't

realize Mackenzie was already home, especially since

the place looked as tidy as before.

Drenched in sweat after grocery shopping, the man

took off his shirt and walked toward the bathroom,

only to freeze on the spot the moment he opened the

door.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman in the tub, having

lost his ability to blink.

Mackenzie was enjoying a bubble bath with her legs

sticking out of the tub, her pink toes looking like flower

buds in a field of snow.

Even though the bathtub was filled with bubbles,

Emmanuel could still vaguely see what was

underneath the water from where he was standing.

The woman's figure was stunning beyond description,

and her skin shimmered like moonstone.

Thump.

Thump.

Emmanuel's heart began to race again, and this time,

it was ten times faster.

Having seen so many women as a gynecologist, he

had never felt anything.

However, this time, he knew Mackenzie was different

from the rest.

"Are you done staring? Do you want me to carve out

your eyes?"

Instead of screaming, the woman threatened him icily

and glared at him with eyes that could kill.

She never locked the bathroom door as she was used

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to staying alone, but she now regretted not doing that.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Quillen. I didn't know you were back."

Feeling goosebumps all over his skin, Emmanuel

hurriedly fled.

Despite acting calm initially, he leaned against the wall

immediately upon exiting the bathroom and gasped

for air.

Any second of delay, and I'd probably be dead. This is

exactly the problem with blitz marriages. You don't

know the other person's habits. Her eyes were so scary,

but my God, every inch of that body was just unreal.

To think that even he, a gynecologist, would feel this

way.

Meanwhile, Mackenzie clutched her chest while inside

the bathtub.

While she had managed to play it cool when the man

walked in, she now felt completely on edge after he

left.

I can't believe a man saw my body! Sure, he's my

husband, and it's not like he was being creepy or

anything, but still! I feel so grossed out!

"I knew getting married was a bad idea…"

The woman sighed helplessly.

What if it's all on purpose?

She had always been distrusting of others since she

was young, and when Emmanuel passed her two tests

so easily, she began suspecting him of having ulterior

motives.

I bet he knows I'm loaded, but he pretended not to

care about any of that just because Grandpa was

testing him.

Mackenzie refused to believe that there was someone

with no desires in this world, especially a man.

However, she could only keep up the act since she had

no proof.

After her bath, Mackenzie walked into the living room.

Emmanuel was sitting on the couch and pressing the

remote button aimlessly when he glanced up and

noticed her. Then, he felt his body tense up.

"Ms. Quillen, from now on, could you please put on

some underwear after your bath?" Emmanuel

requested sincerely.

What kind of man could resist such a beautiful and

alluring woman like Mackenzie walking around in

nothing but a thin nightgown?

Even Emmanuel, who had a higher resistance due to

his profession, could feel his body temperature rising.

"Hmph! It's not like I knew you'd be waiting for me out

here in the living room."

The woman stared at him with frosty eyes.

What woman wears her underwear after a bath? That's

such a hassle!

She loved living without care, so having a man in her

house now made things unbearable for her.

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"I'll go to my room, then."

Emmanuel got up to make his escape.

This woman's way too cold. I thought of having a chat

with her to win her over slowly, but I guess I

overestimated myself. I don't even know what to say to

her now! How am I supposed to continue living with

her?

As Beatrix had anticipated, he was beginning to waver.

Yet, the man heard a loud thud the moment he turned

to leave.

He then glanced back and saw Mackenzie kneeling on

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the floor, seemingly in pain.

The sight of her collar loosening while she had no

undergarments on made Emmanuel feel as though his

soul had been captured.

"Ms. Quillen! What's wrong?"

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

to endure the pain until you reach the hospital."

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Hearing this, Mackenzie took her phone to make a call,

for there was no way she would swallow her ego and

let Emmanuel have his way, but when the latter saw

her curl into a ball because of the pain, he swept her

phone aside and squatted down in front of her.

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Then, Mackenzie felt a big, warm palm lifting her gown

right after, but she did not stop him.

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Besides, she figured she should trust Emmanuel once,

since she could break him into pieces later if she found

out he was purely taking advantage of her.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel felt his heart start pounding

vigorously when he saw Mackenzie's pair of fair and

flawless legs.

In fact, he gulped without even knowing when he lifted

her skirt.

As a gynecologist, he had never felt a sense of

irresistible attraction toward any woman except for

Mackenzie, but he quickly collected his thoughts and

rubbed his hands before warming her stomach with

the heat from his palms.

"Urgh…"

Mackenzie finally felt more comfortable when a rush of

warmth went through her stomach, dispelling the pain

from earlier.

Then, Emmanuel repeated the gesture a few times and

massaged her lower abdomen.

Oh, her abs are tight and toned. She must be

disciplined enough to work out regularly.

"W-What is this you're doing?" Mackenzie asked, biting

her lower lip.

She had always abhorred men's touch, but this time, it

felt different when Emmanuel touched her.

Although the sense of distaste was still there,

Mackenzie felt good and embarrassed simultaneously.

The feeling perplexed her.

"I'm applying pressure on your acupoints," Emmanuel

answered, looking down to avoid eye contact. As his

gaze lowered, he could not help but steal a glance at

Mackenzie's legs.

She's truly a work of art!

Little did he know, Mackenzie was watching his every

move.

I knew it. This man is finally showing his true colors.

They all put up a front as if they are true gentlemen

before they marry you, but the truth is that all men are

the same. They're all perverts.

"How are you feeling?" Emmanuel asked suddenly.

"I'm fine already. You should stop touching me now,"

Mackenzie instructed coldly.

Emmanuel did as she told, but on second thought, he

reminded, "What's with this aversion? I'm your

husband. Besides, I'm just trying to help you."

Mackenzie bit her lower lip and scoffed.

Seriously? I don't understand why human reproduction

has to happen between a man and a woman. I bet

other women feel uncomfortable about it too!

"Let me make you something to eat. Also, make sure

you don't work overtime with an empty stomach next

time," Emmanuel remarked, standing up to leave.

"Are you doing this as a doctor or as a husband?" she

asked indifferently.

"Is that even important?"

Pfft. Does she have to be so serious?

Mackenzie ignored that question and informed

instead, "I'm turning in at eleven, so make sure not to

disturb me after that."

Emmanuel rolled his eyes and smiled in resignation. I

swear, getting along with a company executive is

harder than working at the hospital.

Ten minutes later, Emmanuel headed to her room and

knocked on the door with a plate of spaghetti with egg.

The sight baffled Mackenzie when she opened the

door.

"Did you buy the ingredients? Wait. Do you also know

how to cook?"

"Of course I bought groceries. Your kitchen is literally

empty. Do you think the food just dropped from

heaven?"

With that, Emmanuel entered the room with the food

and placed the plate on the table. "Eat it while it's still

warm. You're not supposed to be eating anything

cold."

"Are you seriously telling me what to do?" Mackenzie

asked, slightly amused.

She was still not used to living together with a man.

Before this, not even her mother dared to tell her what

to do, so it caught her off guard when Emmanuel did

that.

I'm the CEO of Terence Group. Who dares to boss me

around?

"This is just a friendly reminder," Emmanuel replied

sternly all of a sudden. "You're my wife and, more so

now, a patient, so you should listen to me."

A frown crept on Mackenzie's brows as she stared at

the man.

In the end, she gave up arguing with him and started

eating, but when she saw the cheap food, she could

not help but frown again.

"Is this even edible?"

"You won't die from a tasteless meal, but you'll

definitely suffer if you go through the night with an

empty stomach!"

Emmanuel was on the verge of losing his temper-he

could not understand why Mackenzie could be so

intractable.

At last, Mackenzie budged and spun the pasta with her

fork.

She began to chew slowly before her face abruptly

changed.

"Mm! This is pretty good. I hope I don't gain weight

from an occasional late-night treat," she commented.

For the first time, Mackenzie thought living with a man

was not entirely a bad idea, for it sure felt different

from having a housekeeper at home.

Her behavior rendered Emmanuel speechless.

I guess a woman will always be a woman. She might

be a misandrist, but she still cares about her body

image, just as all other women do. Her beauty is all she

lives for.

"I'm done. Is this fine?" Mackenzie asked Emmanuel like

a patient seeking approval from their doctor after only

taking two bites of the food.

Emmanuel was exasperated.

I can't understand how someone can be this difficult! I made this specifically for her, yet she only takes two bites of it!

Knowing there was no point in trying to change her

mind, Emmanuel held his dissatisfaction and collected the plate and cutlery before leaving.

"By the way," he suddenly voiced out when he almost

reached the door. "When will you be free to go home with me? My mom would love to meet you."

His heart thudded loudly with anxiety as he waited for an answer.