Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 138
After finishing his shift at the hospital, Emmanuel drove his Maserati straight
to Terence Group the next day.
To his surprise, he ran into Beatrix just as she got out of her car at the
entrance of the company building.
“Hey, Dummy!” Beatrix waved at Emmanuel.
Frowning, the man stepped out of his car and approached her, adopting a
serious tone. “Ms. Beatrix, I am not a dummy.”
“If you aren’t a dummy, why did you respond when I called?” Beatrix chuckled.
If she wasn’t his boss, he would have considered snapping back.
“All right, I won’t call you that anymore, okay? Don’t be so angry!”
Beatrix quickly tried to placate him, considering he had saved her life and
was also her brother–in–law. She felt obligated to show him some respect.
After all, the nickname was reserved exclusively for Mackenzie.
“Do you have a nickname?” Beatrix asked.
Emmanuel shook his head even though he had one which was mostly used
by his family.
“Well, that’s perfect. I’ll give you one now. From now on, you’ll go by Manuel!”
Beatrix announced, disregarding Emmanuel’s preferences. Before he could
respond, she continued, “I’ll call you Manuel from now on!”

“What on earth?” Emmanuel furrowed his brows.
Beatrix was indeed stubborn and willful. She had forced a name upon him.
“Oh yes, Manuel, how did you manage to leave the hotel unscathed last
night?” she asked.
Beatrix’s curiosity about the incident grew stronger. Mackenzie had remained
tight–lipped despite her relentless questioning. She turned her attention to
Manuel, hoping to unravel the mystery.
However, Emmanuel couldn’t provide a straightforward response because he
didn’t want anyone to know about his past identity.
“Did you strike some sort of deal with the female boss to save your life?”
Beatrix made a guess when she saw his silence.
She had pondered over it last night, and this seemed to be the most
plausible possibility. After all, Emmanuel had good looks and an impressive
physique. It was possible that the woman had fallen for him.
She had even imagined explicit scenes in her mind.
If that were indeed the case, she couldn’t help but feel guilty toward
Mackenzie.
“Wait, a deal? What kind of deal? We just spent some time alone together,”
Emmanuel confessed.
“What? Alone together? Did anything physical happen?”

“She gave me a hug, and that was it.”
“What? She hugged you? Was it a tight hug? And then what happened?”
“It was a tight hug. Why are you asking about this?”
Emmanuel furrowed his brows, thinking that there was something odd about
Beatrix. Is this the demeanor of an esteemed young lady from a prominent
family? Her excessive concern for my affairs is puzzling.
Beatrix felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she listened to Emmanuel’s
account.
She blamed herself for summoning Manuel and causing him to make a
significant sacrifice to save her.
He was tightly embraced by the woman! I wonder if Manuel secretly enjoyed
the experience. I really hope Mackenzie never finds out about this.
Emmanuel walked toward the company entrance, oblivious to Beatrix’s wild
thoughts. To his surprise, he discovered a blaze of flames engulfing the front
of the building.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed there were hundreds of candles
meticulously arranged in a heart shape.
Hubert, adorned in lavish attire, stood in the center of the heart and clutched
a bouquet of flowers. His expression betrayed his eager anticipation as he
looked at the upper floors of the building.

He was surrounded by a crowd of enthusiastic young men and women.