Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

apter 501
Emmanuel smiled without giving a straight answer.
It was obvious. His wife was number one, of course, though her sister was
quite pretty too.
Sarah carried on leading Emmanuel further in. Quillen residence was
massive. They had to go down two long corridors and pass through à
-luxurious side hall before they reached Felicity’s room.
Her room was just like Mackenzie’s. Even though it was just a room, it was
larger than the average apartment and had all the necessary features.
Emmanuel didn’t see a bed when he walked in. Instead, he was greeted by
what would be an ordinary family’s living room.
“Emmanuel’s here, Mom!”
Sarah called out to Felicity who had her back toward the door.
“Oh!”
Felicity turned around. She was dressed with finery that befitted a wealthy
woman.
“How are you, Mother?”
For some strange reason, Emmanuel was a little stiff and awkward. He never
thought his mother-in-law would be someone of this class in society.
With his level of emotional intelligence, it was already hard enough for him to

communicate with an ordinary mother-in-law, so it was no surprise that he
felt even more pressured in Felicity’s presence.
“Please leave us, Sarah.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Sarah turned around and flashed Emmanuel a smile before leaving.
Now that it was just the two of them, Emmanuel became even more nervous.
He didn’t even know what to do with his hands.
“Have a seat, Emmanuel. I would like to have a private conversation with you.”
Felicity had a pleasant smile on her face as she gestured for him to sit.
Emmanuel nodded. He saw the tea set on Felicity’s table and took the
initiative to make her a cup of tea. At the very least, he didn’t forget his
manners.
Felicity’s intentions had always been to test him, but she didn’t expect him to
be less unrefined than she thought he was. It seemed as if he did know a
thing or two. At the very least, he knew how to use the tea-brewing tools on
her table.
That being said, it wasn’t going to be that easy to marry into a wealthy family.
Emmanuel soon realized something. After washing the tea set, he noticed the
collection of tea bricks on the table. Even the cheapest among them cost
thousands and the most expensive was worth tens of thousands.

Felicity’s lips curved up smugly when she saw Emmanuel stiffening.
“What do you like to drink, Mother?” Emmanuel looked up and asked with a
smile.
“Hmm. Let’s go with the Isle Arbor.”
Felicity also responded with a smile.
Emmanuel opened up the drawer, only to find it empty.
“Oh, dear. I forgot that I finished it. Oh, well. Forget it,” Felicity remarked rather
disappointedly, but her eyes flickered over to Emmanuel.
Emmanuel knew what she meant. If this had been an ordinary family, the
son-in-law’s job was to immediately head out to buy whatever it was the
mother-in-law wanted and promise to bring two bricks of her favorite tea
over on his next trip.
However, this tea wasn’t cheap. It cost tens of thousands per brick of tea!
If Emmanuel’s salary was still only 25 grand a year, he would have to save
everything for two years before he could afford to buy a brick of tea for
Felicity.
“Sigh. I have been a poor host. I’ll have to get someone to replenish it!”
Felicity purposely sighed and said to Emmanuel, “Go ahead and make
whichever tea you like!”
Emmanuel was in no mood to drink tea now. In the past, he would’ve been

stuck between either shamelessly sticking around or leaving at once.
Thankfully, he had over 700 million to his name now. It wouldn’t be a problem
for him to do his duty as a son-in-law and buy some tea for his
mother-in-law.
“In that case, Mother, on my next visit, I’ll bring you a few bricks of Isle Arbor!”
Felicity was stunned by Emmanuel’s response.
Not just one, but a few? Isn’t he an unemployed gynecologist? How can he
afford that?