Chapter 119


    She is a frigid woman indeed.


    Though Emmanuel thought her suggestion was cruel, it was practical.


    He did not n on giving away eighty thousand, and he said so himself.


    However, he felt that it would be too harsh if he went through with it.


    Mackenzie’s words had somewhat eased his burden.


    “Thank you, Ms. Quillen.”


    Suddenly, Emmanuel thanked her with a smile.


    Mackenzie was slightly taken aback beforeughing. “Why are you


    thanking me for? I didn’t give you any money!”


    Then, she turned coolly and returned to her bedroom.


    I didn’t want to see him brooding and moping about. Now that it’s


    resolved, it’s much better.


    The following day was a Saturday.


    Emmanuel did not go to work that day, so he rose at seven in the morning


    to prepare breakfast. When he was halfway through, he saw Mackenzie


    emerging from her bedroom and stretching like a kitten.


    Her pajama top lifted slightly, and her waist was attractive like a lethal


    scimitar.


    Her pink navel seemed to possess magical powers. He could not tear his


    gaze from it.


    Her body was perfect.


    “Aren’t you going to the office today, Ms. Quillen?”


    Emmanuel emerged from the kitchen in his apron.


    “Mmm.”


    Mackenzie nodded. This must be the first time I’m staying in on a weekend


    with him


    “I’m making breakfast. If you don’t mind, I can count you in.”


    “Sure.”


    Mackenzie nodded, and Emmanuel turned around and returned to the


    kitchen.


    She did not want to marry for a very important reason–she did not wish to


    enter the kitchen.


    The men worked, while the women stayed home. That was the tradition of


    Chanaea.


    She never expected that her husband was the one in the kitchen instead,


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    and she could go on not having to dirty her hands, having even greater


    convenience than before.


    Soon, Emmanuel emerged with two items that looked like tbreads and


    ced them on the dining table. Then, he produced some milk from the


    fridge to warm it up.


    “What is this?”


    ”


    Mackenzie was curious. She studied the golden brown pancakes for a long


    time.


    “Potato pancakes.”


    Emmanuel’s answer came from the kitchen. “It’s made with potatoes,


    eggs, and flour. It doesn’t cost a lot to make, but it doesn’t look bad. In fact,


    it looks and smells good.”


    Mackenzie tutted. “Are you praising yourself?”


    Despite her blunt remark, it did indeed look and smell good. However, the


    taste remained to be seen.


    She had never eaten such a humble breakfast as she was worried about


    the poor nutritional value.


    Soon, Emmanuel brought two sses of warm milk and ced one of


    them in front of her. As though guessing her thoughts, he suggested,


    “Have a taste, Ms. Quillen. It tastes pretty good and is quite nutritious.”


    With a slight frown, she cut herself a small piece and ced it gingerly in


    her mouth.


    Then, her expression changed. She took two more bites.


    Emmanuel could not resistughing at the way she ate. He felt a sense of


    aplishment.


    “It does taste good, but I’m not ustomed to having deep-fried food. I


    can only have them on asion.”


    After having eaten half of it, she took two small sips of milk and touched it


    no longer.


    He thought she ate like a kitten, having to measure her portion carefully


    with a scale before eating.


    Emmanuel shook his head and wolfed down his potato pancake before


    pointing at Mackenzie’s half. “Aren’t you going to finish that?”