A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 

With that, Mackenzie stood up, her face devoid of 

expression. 

Emmanuel instantly leaped to his feet and raced to 

guard his plate of pasta. 

The pasta looked really delicious, and the plating was 

perfect. Every noodle was cooked to perfection, and 

the accompanying sauces and garnishes were 

artistically arranged on the plate. 

Emmanuel found himself silently admiring her for her 

thoughtfulness. If he had been the one responsible for 

preparing the pasta, he doubted he would have taken 

the extra step to make sure it was presented nicely. 

Mackenzie was amused to see him gulping down the 

plate of pasta in two mouthfuls. She remarked icily, 

“Did you go to inspect a project, or were you recently 

released from jail? Why were you famished?” 

“Inspecting a project is more tiring than going to jail!” 

After clearing the plate, Emmanuel licked his lips, 

obviously wanting more. He gave her a thumbs–up 

and a wide grin. “This is amazing! You’re an incredible 

cook, way better than me.” 

Mackenzie’s lips curled slightly, but her smile quickly 

slipped away. She retorted, “Even if you flatter me, that 

doesn’t mean I’ll make it for you again. By the way, how 

is the project progressing?” 

“Everything is going well. After the logo is done, they 

will affix it and deliver it in a timely manner,” Emmanuel 

explained. 

He quickly added, “Remember your promise to pay my 

family a visit after the project completion. My mom has 

already extended an invitation to both Uncle Benny 

and Uncle Chester’s families!” 

“It’s a formal visit?” Mackenzie frowned upon hearing 

that the visit was a formal one as she had never been 

fond of attending formal dinners. 

Nevertheless, she didn’t say no outright and ordered 

coldly, “Clear the table. I’m going to wash up and go to 

bed.” 

Emmanuel watched with a fond smile as she ambled 

away. He was filled with a sense of satisfaction and joy, 

knowing that in two days, he would finally be able to 

fulfill his mother’s wish. 

The following day, Walter summoned Milani to his 

office. 

“Milani, you have done an outstanding job of 

managing the project and making sure that all the 

details were taken care of. Your commitment to this 

project has been remarkable. After the handover 

tomorrow, I will apply for your bonus and pay raise.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Zackas!” Milani thanked him excitedly. 

She was so overjoyed that she felt the urge to 

embrace him and give him a kiss. 

I have suffered through countless encounters with the 

exasperatingly useless Emmanuel, but my suffering is 

finally coming to an end. I must confront him after the 

handover tomorrow. 

Walter continued, “I’m not the one who deserves your 

gratitude. You should thank Mr. Lowe instead.” 

He was aware that it was only due to Emmanuel’s 

efforts in dealing with the persistent Samuel that the 

project was able to be completed and delivered on 

schedule. 

Alas, Milani despised Emmanuel so much and would 

never thank him for his efforts. 

That b*stard only went all out for his commission. He 

wasn’t sincere in helping me. Why would I thank him? 

That very night, Alessandra was bubbling with 

enthusiasm when she called Emmanuel. 

“Manny, Uncle Chester’s family will come to help us out 

that day. We must decorate our place and prepare a 

spread for Mackenzie!” she exclaimed happily. 

“Mackenzie is free on Sunday, right?” She wanted to be 

sure. 

As the days leading up to the weekend grew shorter, 

Alessandra’s excitement grew ever stronger. 

“Yeah. We’ll be there,” Emmanuel assured her. 

The project would end tomorrow, and he would be 

bringing the ice queen home three days later. 

“I’m glad to hear that! You should be incredibly 

thankful that you have such an incredible wife.” 

Alessandra was obviously over the moon. 

Emmanuel let out a chuckle, but on the inside, he was 

feeling bitter. 

Mackenzie might be capable, but that doesn’t mean 

she’s a good wife! 

Alessandra suddenly changed the topic. “By the way, 

the Zimmerman family invited us to dinner tomorrow 

night. They sounded enthusiastic, so I said yes.” 

Taken aback, Emmanuel frowned and asked, “Which 

Zimmerman family?” 

Don’t tell me she’s talking about Milani’s family.