Chapter 85
Chapter 85
Emmanuel was curious as he approached Mackenzie.
Mackenzie was a cold and mighty CEO. She never answered such
questions like the one Emmanuel had asked. Instead, she crossed her
arms and leaned against the couch.
Emmanuel picked up the papers from the table and noticed that it was
two copies of the same agreement. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Not only that, Mackenzie had signed them beforehand and even stamped
them with her personal stamp.
Jeez! As expected of an executive of a big business! What a cultured
person! She’s making such a big deal out of this!
The contents of the agreement were straightforward, with only three
conditions listed.
One, both parties were not to engage in sexual intercourse. If Emmanuel
were to touch Mackenzie in an inappropriate manner, it would be
considered marital rape.
Two, both parties were not to share their assets. Emmanuel would not
need to give Mackenzie five thousand every month. Mackenzie would not
ask Emmanuel for rent either. All expenditures would be split between
both parties, and they would only buy what was necessary.
Three, both parties would agree to a divorce in half a year. There would
not be a split of assets. Mackenzie could leave the house for Emmanuel.
Both Mackenzie and Terence had previously agreed to the deadline of half
a year. Besides, Mackenzie had already thought of a reason for her and
Emmanuel’s divorce: They could not get pregnant, so staying married was
useless.
Emmanuel knew the agreement was advantageous to him. However, he
could not help but feel that Mackenzie was trying to guard herself against
him.
I’ve already clarified that I only agreed to this marriage because of my
mother. Why does it seem that she thinks I married her for her money and
good looks?
Noticing the frown on his face, Mackenzie said coldly, “Don’t worry. I won’t ask for the money that you borrowed from me. You can consider it my gift
to you after we get divorced. In any case, you shouldn’t harbor
inappropriate thoughts toward me. Don’t treat me as your real wife, either.
More importantly, you should stop thinking about Grandpa’s money. You
and l’are not fated to be together!”
Nothing seemed more appropriate than hearing those heartless words
from someone like Mackenzie.
Emmanuel was not angry. After all, the conditions of the agreement were
not overboard. Before they got married, they had already agreed to the
marriage being fake.
Today was the first time he had brought Mackenzie home, which caused
him to imagine an unrealistic fantasy. Yet now, he felt somewhat upset
because Mackenzie had squashed what little bit of hope he had.
“Ms. Quillen, I’ve never once thought about your money or covet your
grandfather’s money. It’s up to you whether you want to believe me or not.
Since you think we’re not a real couple, I won’t give you five thousand a
month if that’s what you want. But I will definitely return the money I
borrowed from you regardless of whether we get a divorce. Also, I won’t
ask for this house from you!” Emmanuel spoke with determination.
Oddly, Mackenzie felt a stabbing pain in her heart. She had no idea why
she felt that way.
She had expected Emmanuel to get angry or even explode with rage, but
he did not.
“Ms. Quillen, you’re indeed beautiful and have an air of elegance around
you. You’re the most perfect woman I’ve encountered, but not every man
will fall in love with you or covet you! I’m a gynecologist, so I sometimes
wonder if I have erectile dysfunction because I never had any intentions to
take advantage of you. Hence, I’ll sign this agreement!”
With that, Emmanuel reached forward to grab the pen.
Mackenzie was stunned momentarily. She wanted to snatch the pen
away but ended up not doing it.
After Emmanuel signed his name on the papers, his lips curved into a grin.
“Ms. Quillen, I don’t have a personal stamp. Is it all right if I stamp the
contract with my thumbprint?”
Mackenzie was in a daze as she nodded slowly.
Emmanuel bit his thumb before stamping both contracts.
Mackenzie felt uncomfortable as the faint smell of blood wafted to her
nose. She felt her heart sink as she watched Emmanuel.
“I’m done, Ms. Quillen! Oh, I’ve prepared dinner. Do you want to eat
together?”
Emmanuel handed Mackenzie one copy of the agreement before inviting
her to dinner with him.
“No. I’m heading out.” Mackenzie took the contract and got up from the
couch. “No need to wait up for me tonight. Just don’t lock the door from
the inside.”
Emmanuel smiled. “Sorry, but I’ve never waited for you to come home.”
Pfft!
Mackenzie felt as if an arrow had just shot through her heart.
How dare he talk to me like that? Damn it!