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.

kiss, torture is the same as making love. You can always use that conversion if you don't want to beat or torture me." After delivering those lines, Zac shot

she lay back and threw the covers

had left her

opened her eyes. He probably was already at

went downstairs and

greeted with a strange expression on her

said, "You must 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

shriek and ran toward the kitchen. She slept too late that she would have missed this year's funniest cinematic scene

she came to screeching halt (not literally) and hid

with great difficulty. His three fingers were wrapped with band aids, and Linda was hovering worriedly by

This isn't my first time cooking,"

Zac 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

she was of use to him, he didn't have to go out of his way

"Mr. Zac, why don't you let me do it? I'll tell Mrs. Essie that

I made." Zac shook his head. He already had a bad record. He still

chopped up some tomatoes, and then prepared the sauce as Linda had instructed. He seared the meat first and then

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

his arm. Suddenly, the drama didn't seem so funny anymore.