Chapter 37

"What? Where did you go?" Mackenzie inquired casually, noticing her sister's absence.

"Hehe! I went to help you spy on a cheating husband, of course!"

"What?" Mackenzie frowned, her gaze instantly turning icy.

Beatrix, seeing her sister's reaction, appeared outwardly scared but was inwardly ecstatic. The stronger the reaction, the more important the man must be to her! If it were any other man, Mackenzie wouldn't bother glancing at him, let alone reacting, even if he were openly unfaithful.

What is this man capable of? I can't believe he makes my sister care.

To Beatrix's disappointment, Mackenzie merely frowned before walking away indifferently. Beatrix pouted, declaring it "no fun," and ran after her. "Mackenzie, are you just going to condone his behavior?"

Mackenzie feigned amusement. "We agreed, when we married, that it was all for show. Therefore, I don't care if he cheats, let alone picks up girls!"

Secretly, she hoped Emmanuel would cheat. That would give her a legitimate reason for divorce, leaving Terence speechless.

"Is that so?" Beatrix, shrewd and intimately familiar with her sister after years of living together, knew better. Mackenzie wouldn't bother explaining if she truly didn't care. Furthermore, Beatrix easily recognized the falseness of Mackenzie's carefree smile. For a woman like her sister, that forced smile was incredibly revealing. She genuinely cares about him! Hehe! Maybe this is the power of marriage?

"Then I'll go to him again, tell him you don't care, and let him continue!" Beatrix deliberately turned and ran.

However, she'd barely run when Mackenzie grabbed her from behind. "Come back. Mind your own business! Otherwise, I'll get Grandpa to give him to you!"

Mackenzie's tactic worked; Beatrix immediately stuck out her tongue and surrendered. At twenty, she wasn't ready for the constraints of love.

After their chat, Mackenzie rejoined the business elites but felt strangely absent-minded. Even she found it odd: Why do images of Emmanuel laughing with other women keep appearing in my mind?

Before the banquet ended, she left, feeling disinterested. Returning to Yociam Residence, she found the house pitch-black. She glanced at her watch: eleven o'clock in twenty-five minutes. Emmanuel still wasn't back?

"Damn it!" Mackenzie fumed. She hated nightlife and disliked sleep disturbances even more. My sleep will be disrupted if Emmanuel returns too late. A woman's complexion suffers from lack of sleep. Indeed, she'd already convinced herself her anger wasn't about his infidelity.

When that man comes back, I must set some rules!

Unexpectedly, he entered the house shortly after her.

"Eh? You're back late, too?" Seeing Mackenzie's recent arrival, Emmanuel seized the opportunity, unaware they'd been at the same banquet.

Mackenzie felt even more frustrated. She could justifiably set rules if he'd returned after eleven, but now she couldn't vent her anger.

"I will never return home after eleven; I must rest beforehand. Got it?"

"Uh Understood!" Emmanuel nodded, sensing her anger. Why do I feel hostility in her words?

"Where did you go tonight?" Mackenzie pretended to inquire casually, her gaze sharp. Let's see how he responds.