Chapter-39
"To help you wash them, of course!" stated Emmanuel.
While he and Mackenzie didn't have a lot of romantic
feelings for each other, and their personalities were
incongruent, he still felt compelled to obey his mother
and take good care of his wife. She may be a
disciplined and hard–working woman at her job, but
she doesn't know how to care for herself. I've realized
that after living with her for a few days. The fact that
she has gastric issues despite her young age is proof!
"You're helping me wash them?" Mackenzie was
stunned for a moment before she sneered, "Are you
joking? Why should I let a man do my laundry? Who
knows what kind of perverted things you'll do with
them?"
I can't believe she thinks like that. In response,
Emmanuel couldn't help but remark, "Do you seriously
think your dirty clothing is some kind of treasure? I'm a
gynecologist, so I've seen vaginal discharge, pee, and
even feces stuck on women's clothing before. Which
one do you think is a treasure?"
"You!" She felt offended.
After all, she was an admired figure who men would
feel honored even to touch or take in her body
fragrance.
Yet Emmanuel made her sound like she was dirty and
vulgar.
"How do you know men won't touch your clothes if you
wash them at a dry cleaner? I'll be impressed if you
always discard your clothes after only wearing them
once. Otherwise, that will only allow more opportunities
for men to touch your undergarments." His thoughts
were different from the average man's.
In his eyes, women's secretion wasn't anything furtive.
After all, he had tested them multiple times.
Hearing that, Mackenzie gritted her teeth.
Usually, she would pack her clothing in the morning
before handing it to Lexi and letting the latter deal with
it.
She never had time to pay attention to minor matters
like that. Therefore, she didn't care who washed her
clothing as long as they returned clean.
"Relax, it'll all be done by a washing machine and a
dryer. If you have time to fold your clothes, I don't even
need to touch them once for the whole process,"
explained Emmanuel. She really doesn't know how to
live a life. Is she planning to have her clothes washed
in a dry cleaner for the rest of her life even though
she's wealthy?
"When did you buy a washing machine?" Mackenzie
asked because she had never bought one, seeing that
she had never thought of using it.
"I bought one online the day I moved in. It only arrived
today."
She glanced at him coldly before relenting. "Hmph!
You're dead if I find out you did something
inappropriate with my clothes!"
That rendered him speechless. Although, he didn't feel
the need to argue with her because he thought it was
natural for a beautiful and proud woman to be
protective of herself.
Moments later, he continued, "Oh yeah, I've stocked the
fridge with a bunch of frozen food and even bought a
microwave. If you're hungry, just heat something up
and eat them. Ask me for help if you don't know how to
do it."
Shock appeared on Mackenzie's countenance. I can't
believe he knows how to do so many things that are
typically done by a woman.
"Also, I bought a subway pass for you. If you're not in a
hurry, you can take the subway or a bus to your
workplace. It'll help you save some money." Emmanuel
then handed a card to her.
However, she didn't accept it. What kind of joke is this?
I'm the daughter of the Quillen family and the CEO of
Terence Group. There's no way I'll ever ride a subway or
bus!
"You should go and take a bath. I'll put this on your
desk. It's up to you if you want to use it." He didn't force
her to take it because she had a car while he didn't.
Without delay, she scoffed and entered the bathroom.
Sighing, Emmanuel reminded. "You forgot to lock the
door again!" I won't accidentally open the door when
she's bathing because I know she doesn't lock it.
However, I'm worried that, one day, a visitor will open
the door by mistake. The situation will be incredibly
awkward if that happens.