Chapter 22
Early the next morning, Emmanuel awoke feeling a
cold gust of air blowing against his skin, causing his
body to tremble profusely.
He absentmindedly ran his hand across the
goosebumps on his arms. Sneezing twice in rapid
succession, he realized he was lying on the hard, cold
surface of the floor.
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Did she seriously leave me lying on the corridor outside
the house?
Fortunately, luck was on his side as the unit on the
seventeenth floor was the only unit on the top floor.
Had there been more, anyone who pa*sed by would
have been amused at his peculiar situation.
“What a cruel woman!”
Emmanuel hurriedly got to his feet and recalled what
happened last night. It was obvious that Mackenzie
had left him to his own devices outside last night.
That wasn’t all, for he also discovered a few shoeprints
on his clothes. The size of the prints perfectly matched
the shoes Mackenzie wore, so he was pretty sure she
did this to him.
I just helped her complete a mission. How could she do
this to me? What an ingrate. Is she a cold–blooded
animal?
Click.
Right then, the door opened to reveal Mackenzie, who
was prepared to head to work even though it was.only
half past six in the morning.
Their eyes met.
At once, Mackenzie feigned nonchalance and walked
past Emmanuel.
Emmanuel immediately gripped her wrist.
Her skin was so smooth that he nearly lost his grip on
her.
“Do you have a death wish?” Mackenzie shot him
daggers.
How dare he touch me? He must be tired of living!
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Emmanuel quickly released her wrist and retorted
angrily, “Do you even have compa*sion? Even if I’m a
pig, shouldn’t you take care of me considering the fact
serious?”
elevator.
“Early next month, I think,” came Mackenzie’s answer as
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