Classic Novel
Chapter 913
Chapter 913
Chapter 913 I Am Your Wife
“Old Mr. Quillen, I don’t mean his character.” Alfred rolled up his sleeves.
“Oh?” Terence gradually composed himself, no longer appearing intoxicated. “You mean his abilities?”
“Yes,” Alfred finally expressed. “Each time I meet him, his skills would improve significantly, which is quite unusual.”
“So, do you think he’s superior to you?” Terence asked with interest!
“I don’t know; perhaps he’s just a little more youthful,” Alfred replied modestly, then continued, “Old Mr. Quillen, do you suspect that he might be concealing something about his identity?”
“Haha, why even have doubts?” Terence chuckled. “That young man is definitely not ordinary, as I’ve said before. As for his true identity, when the time comes, we will naturally find out. There’s no need to investigate further. I just need to believe in him as a person and trust that he will treat Mackenzie well.”
Alfred nodded in agreement and secretly marveled at how the old master had wisdom behind his seemingly simple demeanor. Emmanuel was undoubtedly a hidden force!
On the other side, Emmanuel entered Mackenzie’s room.
The room was quite spacious, almost as large as their residence in Yociam Residence, and even larger than some standard suites.
“I’m a bit tired. I’ll take a shower first,” Mackenzie said to Emmanuel before entering the bathroom.
Emmanuel couldn’t quite grasp Mackenzie’s thoughts. He felt like she had been carrying a heavy burden since returning from Yeternia.
In the bathroom, Mackenzie undressed, and with her eyes closed, she let the warm water wash over her.
Her body, illuminated by the mist, seemed to emit a soft, radiant glow. Her gentle curves made her body look like the most perfect piece of art in the world. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of sanctity that only a woman who had never been defiled could possess.
But she felt unclean. This kind of impurity couldn’t be washed away with water, no matter how much she used. It had permeated her body.
With her eyes closed, she could vividly recall the moments when that man had embraced her tightly in the sea, pressed his chest to hers on the shore, and kissed her. Although she hadn’t initiated those actions, they had undeniably happened. She didn’t know how to confess this to Emmanuel or whether she even needed to. She was confused, especially after witnessing Emmanuel’s fierce protection earlier in the day, which deepened her guilt toward him. She felt like she had been unfaithful to him.
Mackenzie had just realized how traditional she was and how strict she was about her own body.
Emmanuel had been waiting outside the bathroom for quite a while, continually checking the time on his phone. It had been almost an hour, and he wondered what his wife could possibly be doing in there. He knew Mackenzie had a cleanliness obsession, but she had never taken such a long time to shower in their home at Yociam Residence.
“Mackenzie, are you okay?”
After well over an hour and approaching 11 p.m., Emmanuel couldn’t resist knocking on the bathroom door
After a moment, he received a response from Mackenzie, “I… I’m fine. I’ll be out!”
“Okay,” Emmanuel casually replied. However, he hadn’t anticipated that the bathroom door would indeed open shortly, with Mackenzie emerging wearing only a silk robe. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath,
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Emmanuel blushed and tried to avert his gaze.
Mackenzie spoke up, “Why are you shy? I am your wife!”