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, heughed. “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 re was as cold as a de 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 ufortable 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


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    unfinished ss of milk.


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


    finish it, she quickly drained the ss 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 ss down.


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


    1. is.


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


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


    Emmanuel finished his own ss, 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


    ufortable?”


    “Oh, so that’s what you’re referring to.”


    Emmanuelughed. “I was never a pampered child. Whether I was home


    or in the trenches, I’ve always taken care of myself. Even back when I was


    living with Mom and Roselynn, I would often cook for them. I’m happy


    being able to care for my family. Why would I be ufortable?”


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    Mackenzie smiled at those words. It turns out he meant what he said on


    the blind date. He thinks of me as family.


    It was fortunate that he was of this type. It would be inconvenient if she


    had to hire servants if he did not do the chores.


    Emmanuel’s phone rang as soon as he put the clean dishes away.


    Emmanuel frowned when he saw it was his sister who was calling.


    Something must have happened at home.