A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 169 To Tick You Off (Part One)

"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.

that conversion if you don't want to beat or torture me." After delivering those

lay back and threw the covers over her

too many things happening these days had left her exhausted, so she ended up sleeping in until

gone by the time she opened her eyes.

she went downstairs

is awake," Ann greeted with a strange expression on

to wait a little longer for lunch. Mr. Zac got up before dawn. He said that he would make braised noodles

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

halt (not

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

worry, Linda. This isn't my first time cooking,"

her that Zac had once offered to help her cut the vegetables that time in her small apartment. That was the

world was he thinking? Even if she were here only because she was of use to him, he didn't have

let me do it? I'll tell Mrs. Essie that

her eat the braised noodles that I made." Zac shook his head. He already had a bad record. He still hadn't had the chance to redeem his reputation, so

voracious carnivore, and she should get her meat. He chopped up some

when filling the pan with oil, turn the heat down first.

Suddenly, the drama didn't seem so funny anymore. She blinked, trying

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