Chapter 22 Early the next morning, Emmanuel awoke feeling a cold gust of air blowing against his skin, causing his body to tremble profusely. He absentmindedly ran his hand across the goosebumps on his arms. Sneezing twice in rapid succession, he realized he was lying on the hard, cold surface of the floor. Did she seriously leave me lying on the corridor outside the house? Fortunately, luck was on his side as the unit on the seventeenth floor was the only unit on the top floor. Had there been more, anyone who passed by would have been amused at his peculiar situation.

"What a cruel woman!" Emmanuel hurriedly got to his feet and recalled what happened last night. It was obvious that Mackenzie had left him to his own devices outside last night. That wasn't all, for he also discovered a few shoeprints on his clothes. The size of the prints perfectly matched the shoes Mackenzie wore, so he was pretty sure she did this to him. I just helped her complete a mission. How could she do this to me? What an ingrate. Is she a cold-blooded animal? Click.

Right then, the door opened to reveal Mackenzie, who was prepared to head to work even though it was.only half past six in the morning. Their eyes met. At once, Mackenzie feigned nonchalance and walked past Emmanuel. Emmanuel immediately gripped her wrist. Her skin was so smooth that he nearly lost his grip on her. "Do you have a death wish?" Mackenzie shot him daggers. How dare he touch me? He must be tired of living! Emmanuel quickly released her wrist and retorted This text is hosted at fіndnovel.net angrily, "Do you even have compassion?

Even if I'm a pig, shouldn't you take care of me considering the fact that I am obviously in need of medical attention? It's just a few more steps to get inside the house. How could you abandon me and leave me to sleep outside the entire night? What if my injuries become more serious?" He seemed really upset, but Mackenzie burst out laughing to hear him compare himself to a pig. "Serves you right!" Mackenzie told him. She didn't bother explaining herself and turned to leave. A vortex of anger swirled inside Emmanuel.

Even though I have an aversion to hitting women and had promised Mom to take care of my wife, I was tempted to take action against her when she provoked me! "Wait up! When will you come home with me?" Emmanuel asked hurriedly before she stepped into the elevator. "Early next month, I think," came Mackenzie's answer as the elevator doors slid close. It was a long time away, but at least she had agreed to the meeting. Emmanuel marched back into the house, seething with anger. He was looking forward to taking a hot shower to soothe his aching body when Roselynn's call arrived.

Last night, Emmanuel promised to let her know the exact time when he would be returning with his wife by today. He had no idea she would call him at seven in the morning. I don't understand women at all. "Hello, Roselynn." "Manny, have your wife confirmed when she'll be coming home?" "Early next month!" Emmanuel felt anger sweep over him when he recalled Mackenzie's earlier attitude. He was worried that the woman would remain poker-faced when visiting Alessandra back at home, leading to a disagreement between the two.

This was a common phenomenon, as mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law were often at odds with each other.