Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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, he laughed. “You almost kissed me that night when you were drunk,

How

sentence, he sensed a whiff of

next moment, a

quickly by catching it. He gazed

Mackenzie in terror.

frigid glare was as cold as a blade forged with ice

down. He felt a

or

had misandry and would get goosebumps if a man so

brushed her skin.

at the earlier sight

half–eaten pancake.

up the embarrassing thing I did? Is he sick

silent at the sight

ready to fling them at him. His gaze fell

unfinished glass of milk.

at?” Mackenzie snapped. Originally not

the glass in a gulp lest he had other

thumbs–up of approval. “That’s right, Ms.

Avoid wastage.”

“Get out!”

leaped to her feet after setting

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

1. is.

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

frigid

finished his own glass,

you think living like this robs

man of his dignity?”

“What?”

gazed at her,

not seem