A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

“I’ve had enough.” 

Nodding, Mackenzie wiped her lips daintily. 

The next second, she was stunned. 

Emmanuel picked up her leftovers and ate them without hesitation. 

Shocked, Mackenzie pointed a finger at him. “H–How could you do that?” 

“What?” 

Emmanuel blinked innocently. “Didn’t you say you’ve had enough?” 

“You shouldn’t have ate it even if I didn’t want it!” 

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Mackenzie felt as if he was on a different wavelength than her. She 

-scowled at his look of confusion. “You finishing my leftovers is the same as 

us kissing, isn’t it?” 

Comprehension dawned on Emmanuel’s face. 

So that’s what she’s worried about. 

Then, he laughed. “You almost kissed me that night when you were drunk, 

Ms. Quillen. How does this-” 

Before he finished his sentence, he sensed a whiff of danger. 

The next moment, a pillow came flying. 

Fortunately for Emmanuel, he reacted quickly by catching it. He gazed at 

Mackenzie in terror. 

Her frigid glare was as cold as a blade forged with ice that was about to 

cut him down. He felt a premonitory pain all over him. 

“Not another word, or I’ll kill you!” 

She had misandry and would get goosebumps if a man so much as 

brushed her skin. 

She felt uncomfortable at the earlier sight of Emmanuel finishing her 

half–eaten pancake. 

How dare he bring up the embarrassing thing I did? Is he sick of living? 

Emmanuel fell hastily silent at the sight of the sharp cutleries in her hands, 

looking ready to fling them at him. His gaze fell instinctively on her 

unfinished glass of milk. 

“What are you looking at?” Mackenzie snapped. Originally not intending to 

finish it, she quickly drained the glass in a gulp lest he had other ideas. 

Emmanuel gave her a thumbs–up of approval. “That’s right, Ms. Quillen. 

Avoid wastage.” 

“Get out!” 

Mackenzie leaped to her feet after setting the glass down. 

If sharing the pancake wasn’t indirectly kissing, drinking my milk definitely 

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That was not Emmanuel’s intention; he simply did not like wasting food. He 

shot a glance at the frigid woman like he was coveting her. 

Emmanuel finished his own glass, then cleaned up. 

Mackenzie suddenly turned to him. “Don’t you think living like this robs a 

man of his dignity?” 

“What?” 

Emmanuel gazed at her, nonplussed. 

Noticing that he did not seem averse to discussing it, Mackenzie said 

bluntly, “The man is expected to earn a living while the woman runs the 

house. Living with me, you’re doing all the chores. Won’t you feel