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.

to a 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 Essie

and threw the covers over her head in

left her exhausted, so she ended up sleeping in until

gone by the time she opened her eyes.

getting washed, she went downstairs and

greeted with a strange expression

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

ran toward the kitchen. She slept

she came to screeching halt (not literally) and hid behind the door frame to

difficulty. His three fingers were wrapped with band aids, and Linda was hovering worriedly by his side. "Mr. Zac, be careful. Please don't cut your finger

my first time

help her cut the vegetables that time in her small apartment. That was the first time he entered a

here only because she was of use to

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

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

meat. He chopped up some tomatoes, and then prepared the sauce

heat down first. You don't want hot oil to splash on you again," Linda

anymore. She blinked, trying to clear