Being the magnanimous man that he was, Emmanuel cast aside all his displeasure as soon as he found the apartment and
dragged his luggage in with him. The unit was huge—more than twice the size of his three-bedroom home—and the interior was
lavishly decorated. The four-bedroom apartment felt a bit like a maze on one’s first visit. One thing that Emmanuel noticed,
however, was that although the unit was fully furnished, there didn’t seem to be any fast-moving consumer goods. That means
she probably doesn’t live here on a regular basis. Rich people sure love wasting what they have, huh? I shared an eighty-
square-foot home with two family members, while this woman bought a two-hundred-square-foot apartment and left it
unoccupied. If her grandfather hadn’t forced her to get married, and she needed to use this place to keep me, it probably
would’ve stayed empty forever. The man scoffed 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 still have to pay her five grand every month! It’s pretty 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 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. “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 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?”