A Beautiful Misunderstanding

"You idiot, if you want me all to yourself, then you can just say so. You don't need to be jealous." His teasing tone hid his disdain and dissatisfaction toward her.

Essie shot up from the bed and glared at him with hands on her hips. "I have no interest in you whatsoever," she ground out angrily. "I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you lay your hands on me after touching another woman. Never touch me again, you filthy person!"

"So I should guard my purity for you?" He turned around, resting his chin on one hand, and gazed at her playfully.

Essie rolled her eyes. "It is called clean living. If you go out all day and mess around with someone else, God knows what sort of diseases you might catch." She snorted.

He reached out his hand and stroked her head. With a worried look on his face, he said, "You idiot, I find that you are more and more stupid. It's really troublesome."

Troublesome? That word again?

If Essie never heard that word again in her entire life, then that would still be too soon. That word should never have existed. She was so furious that she could almost feel her ears and her head pour out steam.

"Zac, if you find me so troublesome, then why did you have to go to such lengths to take me back? Do you have masochistic tendencies? Do you enjoy suffering that much?"

"Probably!" He shook his head mournfully and sighed. "I've become used to your abuse. When I don't get mistreated by you for a few days, I start feeling extremely uncomfortable."

"Well, far be it from me to make you suffer. From this point onward, I promise I'll make you feel extremely comfortable every day," she said through gritted teeth.

use that conversion if you don't

she lay back and threw the covers over her head in a

her exhausted, so she ended up

by the time she opened her eyes.

getting washed, she went downstairs and met

Essie is awake," Ann greeted with a

be hungry. We have to wait a little longer for lunch. Mr. Zac got up before dawn. He said that he would make braised noodles for you, but it's taking him a long time. He also ended up hurting himself in the process. He asked Linda to teach him how to

Ann could finish speaking, Essie gave a little shriek and ran toward the kitchen. She slept

door, she came to screeching halt (not literally) and hid

three fingers were wrapped with band aids, and Linda was hovering worriedly by his side. "Mr. Zac, be careful.

This isn't my first time cooking," Zac said, raising

had once offered to help her cut the vegetables that time in her small apartment. That was the first time he entered a kitchen, wasn't it? Did that even count as

Even if she were here only because she was of use to

Linda's voice resounded again, "Mr. Zac, why don't you let me do it? I'll tell Mrs. Essie that you were

I made." Zac shook his head. He already had a bad record. He still hadn't had the chance to redeem his reputation, so he couldn't add another lie

her meat. He chopped up some

pan with oil, turn the heat down first. You don't want hot oil

Essie noticed several painful-looking blisters on his arm. Suddenly, the drama didn't seem so funny anymore. She blinked, trying to clear the film that had suddenly blurred her vision. She was moved by