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

a huff, she lay back and threw the covers over her

had left her exhausted, so she ended

time she opened her eyes. He probably was already at

washed, she went

with a strange

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

kitchen. She slept too late

reaching the kitchen door, she came to screeching halt (not

band aids, and Linda was hovering worriedly by his side. "Mr. Zac, be careful.

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

occurred to her that Zac had once offered to help her cut the vegetables that time in her small apartment. That was the first time he entered a

he thinking? Even if she were here only because she was of use to him, he didn't have to go out of his way to be so accommodating to

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

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

over. Essie was a voracious carnivore, and she should get her meat. He chopped up some tomatoes, and then prepared the sauce as Linda had instructed. He seared the meat first

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

drama didn't seem so funny anymore. She blinked, trying to clear