"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.
"I got it. Why are you so long–winded when you're a man?" admonished Mackenzie icily.
After she ended her sentence, she felt it took quite a
long time to calm herself down. I must admit, life after marriage vastly differs from a single life. It seems like
it'll take me some time to get used to living with another person.
The next day was Sunday, yet she still left the house at
half past six in the morning.
For a workaholic, there were basically no rest days or
holidays, only work days.
Sitting in her office, she used her phone to check the surveillance footage instead of dealing with her matters hurriedly as she always did.
The edges of her lips curved upward when she thought
about how Emmanuel didn't know she could monitor
everything that happened in the house. I want to see
what he's doing when I'm not around.
Unbeknownst to her, Beatrix just happened to have
arrived outside her office, secretly watching her.
"D*mn it! I knew that man was unreliable!" Suddenly,
Mackenzie slapped her hand on the table because she
saw him washing her pants by hand. He told me he
would let the washing machine do the laundry! What
right does he have to touch my pants?
Hmph! That's so personal! Wait a minute…
The next moment, she instantly blushed because she
realized why he was doing that. Apparently, he was
removing her bodily secretion from the pants, which
was very difficult for a washing machine to do.
"I'm going to kill that man!" She exploded with rage
and embarrassment.
Outside the office, Beatrix thoroughly enjoyed
watching her sister's reaction because she rarely got a
glimpse of that side of her older sibling.
Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder, frightening
her and spurring her to turn around.
"Why are you hiding outside Ms. Quillen's office, Ms.
Beatrix?" Lexi couldn't help but ask.
Hastily, she argued, "I–I'm not! I came here to learn
from her!"
At that moment, she was working as a management
trainee while studying.
When she wasn't busy with her studies or had a
semester break, she would help her sister out at the
company and learn how to run a business from her.
"Here to learn? Why do I feel like you're peeping at
her?" While Lexi was a subordinate, she had a good
relationship with the sisters.
Hence, when no one was around, she would joke with
Beatrix.
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!" Immediately, she whispered
into her ear. "Actually, Grandpa gave me a secret
mission. He asked me to watch over my sister and her
husband as well as help them conceive as soon as
possible."
"What?" Lexi was shocked but skeptical. "Are you telling
the truth?" Can you really persuade them to conceive?
Also, since it's a secret mission, why are you telling me
this?
"Of course, but the situation isn't looking great right
now. Based on Mackenzie's current state, I think she
may kick her husband out at any moment!"
speculated Beatrix based on what she saw earlier.
Knitting her eyebrow, Lexi thought, I interacted with
Emmanuel a few times before, and I don't think he's as
simple as he appears to be. That much was evident
when he helped me handle the scammer, deal with Mr.
Webber, and handily grab Keegan's fist last night. If he
weren't capable in some way, Old Mr. Quillen wouldn't
have taken a liking to him.
Then, she said, "I disagree with you, Ms. Beatrix. I think
that man will keep staying by her side."
Her words stunned Beatrix. Does she actually think that man can stand someone like Mackenzie?
"How about we make a bet, Lexi?" proposed Beatrix confidently. "I think this man will leave her by the end
of this year, which is three months from now. Either she
throws him out, or he leaves of his own volition. If he
succeeds and even spends the new years at the
Quillen residence, I lose!" There's no way a man can
tolerate my misandristic sister for three months. I know
she's only married to him to please Grandpa. Nothing
substantial will come out of this relationship, much less
a baby. Once Grandpa runs out of patience and urges
Sarah to marry someone, Mackenzie will be free.
Meanwhile, Lexi was amused. What am I going to bet
with her? I'm just a part–timer!
Excitedly, Beatrix continued, "If I win, I'll remain single for
the rest of my life. If I lose, I'll marry someone and give
birth to a baby boy for the Quillen family!"
Seeing Beatrix's enthusiasm, Lexi didn't feel right to
refuse the bet. Whether she wins or loses the bet
doesn't affect me, though. It seems like she's just
making a bet with herself.
"What are you two talking about outside? Come in!"
commanded Mackenzie coldly from inside her office.
As boisterous and wayward as Beatrix was, even she couldn't help but shudder when she heard her sister's voice. Swiftly, she entered the room while sticking her tongue out. "Morning, Mackenzie!"
"Good morning, Ms. Quillen!" Lexi greeted her with a
smile.
In response, Mackenzie sneered as she tossed her
phone to the table. It was the photos Lexi had taken
that Beatrix sent her. "Mind explaining to me what's
going on with this?"
Lexi was trembling a little as she faced her employer's
frigid countenance.
After sticking her tongue out again, Beatrix contended,
"As your sister, I have the responsibility of overseeing your happiness, Mackenzie! It's only normal that I need to expose my brother–in–law's flirtatious acts when I
learned of it!"
"Expose him?" Amused, Mackenzie asked rhetorically,
"Even when he's merely attending a banquet with his
sister?"
"Huh? His sister?" Lexi was shocked because she
genuinely didn't know Roselynn was Emmanuel's sister.
It wasn't until half a second later that Beatrix reacted
similarly. "What? His sister?"
Mackenzie glared at her sister coldly, making her feel
as though she had fallen into a frozen cellar. "Why do I
feel like you already know what's going on, Trixy?"
Out of her three sisters, she had the best relationship
with Beatrix, which was why the latter was the only one
she would refer to by a nickname.
In any case, everyone in the Quillen family and Terence Group knew Mackenzie was a human lie detector.
Once she glared at someone, they wouldn't be able to
lie any further.
Hence, Beatrix immediately tried to placate her sister. "I'm doing this so you'll have something to talk about
with Emmanuel. Otherwise, you probably won't
exchange more than a few sentences with him in a
year."
Lexi nodded in agreement. It's not impossible for a
woman like Ms. Quillen to go a whole year without
speaking to a man!
"Don't give me that! I don't want you to do anything like
this again!" reprimanded Mackenzie. They have no
idea how awkward I felt last night! I've never been so
embarrassed before!
"Yes, Ms. Quillen!" Lexi nodded.
"Understood!" Beatrix stuck her tongue out.
Despite her promise, she'd still investigate Emmanuel if she saw him spending time with other women.
At that moment, Mackenzie's phone rang. It was from
Emmanuel.