A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 891 It’s Only My Imagination!

The high heels had already been lost in the water, revealing a pair of exquisite feet.

The elusive Icy Female CEO, at that moment, had reached the peak of her allure!

Even Emmanuel, the former gynecologist, couldn’t help but feel a bit breathless when he admired his wife’s figure at a glance.

For any other ordinary man, maintaining composure would probably be hard, and they would undoubtedly have released their primal instincts while the goddess was unconscious.

Emmanuel quickly placed his hands on his wife’s chest, pushing out the water from her chest cavity.

Then, he pinched her nose and performed artificial respiration on her.

Even though he tried to focus without any distractions, Mackenzie’s soft chest and delicate lips still aroused a hint of desire in him.

Gradually, Mackenzie seemed to regain some consciousness, and though her icy eyes remained closed, her fingers moved slightly.

She felt as though someone was kissing her.

Of course, she couldn’t allow that. After all, she was Emmanuel’s wife!

Emmanuel felt that Mackenzie seemed to be regaining some consciousness and promptly ceased artificial respiration.

the same time, there was a commotion by the seaside. Illuminated by the dim light from the villa, Emmanuel tooked up and saw two armed men with their guns

had gotten ashore early, they hadn’t completely escaped the

tsk, what a fine woman lying

since I last had a beautiful woman. Lucky me to

still moving. She’s probably not a corpse, right? They should be wonderful to grab.

no attention to Emmanuel, their gaze consumed by their greedy desire for

eyes flared with anger. Nobody was allowed to

two b*stards, they are going

start by killing this

Emmanuel’s gaze but dismissed it entirely. What could an unarmed man do in his anger? However, in the very next moment, they realized

measure!

acted before they could fire, throwing

agonized cries, their eyes searing with pain as

to pull their triggers, but their wrists were already in someone’s

“Go to hell!”

promptly twisted the arms of both men, then delivered

horrifying fist imprints, and

blood gushing from