A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Essie didn't ask any more. She caressed Holy's head and went to get some water.

In the following day, she was drowsy. Although it was not a bid deal to get a cold, she had a nasal mucus and a headache, which made her uncomfortable.

In the evening, as soon as she walked out of the building, she was stopped by the Lamborghini of Zac.

"Get in the car." He gave an order.

She opened the door and sat on the copilot seat, "I am wearing a mask. Can you recognize me?"

Zac glanced at her. He could even find her even if his eyes were closed, not to mention his eyes were open. "Have you taken pills?" Zac asked lightly and reached out his hand to touch Essie's forehead. It was good that Essie didn't have a fever.

"Yes, I have." She nodded. The medicine Holy gave was good and she would take this brand in the future.

As soon as they got back to the villa by the lake, Sage came out from the kitchen and said, "You are back. I have just made the soup. Please drink it while it is tepid."

"That's great to have a soup." She had a bad appetite and wanted to have some soup now.

"This partridge with fish and pear soup is good for the person who has a cold. It helps to clean the throat." Said Sage as she filled two bowls.

After a short pause, Essie asked, "how do you know I have a cold, Sage?"

"I don't know." Sage shook her head, "it was Mr. Zac who asked me to cook soup at night. He also said it must be suitable for people who have a cold."

"Okay." Essie nodded and turned to look at Zac in astonishment. "Do you have a cold, either?"

"Shut up. Have some soup." Zac flicked her forehead with a sullen face. This woman talked too much.

Feeling wronged, she touched her forehead, lowered her head and stopped talking. She focused on drinking the soup in case of being rejected.

When she finished the sou[, she thought it would be time to eat the pills. She went to her handbag to take the pills. However, she did not find the pills after she looked all over the handbag.

"God." She lowered her head dejectedly.

"Do you forget the medicine?" Zac asked casually.

"How do you know?" Said Essie, curling his lips.

"It's always your style to be lost." Zac said with a mocking look.

very uncomfortable. Without medicine,

her. Her eyes

the pills of this brand. I've taken them too. They're effective." She grinned and took

at her. It was fortunate for him to keep a box of medicine. Otherwise, he would have

want another bag of it?" She

was in a daze for a moment. Didn't he catch a cold? Why did he have the medicine and ask Sage to cook soup? Could it

always to be unpredictable. Now it would be good as long as she got

like to drink something in case

It seemed that he didn't want to talk to her any

drink, Essie came over and sat beside Zac. She took a look at the screen unconsciously

these?" She asked

Zac didn't respond.

like a mahjong. Can't it be knocked down?" She widened her eyes and looked at him in

"these are all works of this

smile rippling on her face, and said,

against the sofa and

said with a look of admiration, "of course you're the legend

forehead with a sneer. It seemed that this

"If you think I'm annoying, then I'll go back first." She had her dignity

his arm, grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She fell into his arms. "I won't let you go easily." He held her chin and gave her an evil smile. She unconsciously shivered and

break away from him, but all kinds of resistance was in vain, not to mention that she was still weak

time. Soon she fell asleep deeply. However, her husband didn't sleep well last night. As she was too sleepy, she kept kicking the quilt and made him couldn't

her, but she was lying next to him. She looked so ugly because of the cold and snot, which had a bad influence on

big dark circles under his

looks are getting ugly." He flicked her

She

She didn't kick him but the quilt several times.

my nose is flat." She

are so squeamish." He stared at

her back and wrapped her with the quilt. "Boring, put on your clothes

was getting dressed, she sighed melancholy. It was so difficult to serve the young master who had lost his memory. She was kind enough to cut the cucumber for him,

on her clothes, there was something flashing in his eyes. He seemed to think

Mary. She didn't want to

us. It doesn't matter if you don't want to do it." His indifferent tone was like a cold wind blowing into the window. He didn't care whether she would come or not, but he could only convey the words that lady