Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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?”