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. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
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.
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
ma*saged 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 embarra*sed 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.