A Beautiful Misunderstanding

"Zac, thank you for helping me just now. Well, can we put off the procedures until after the engagement party tomorrow is finished?"

"It depends on you." Zac shrugged. It didn't really matter if it was delayed for a day.

"Thank you." Essie finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had to do everything to save her dignity tomorrow.

With that, she invited him to have lunch with her.

When they walked into the restaurant next to the community, Essie ordered the cheapest thing on the menu—sour noodles and braised soy bean curds. Then, she went Dutch and paid for her own bill.

"Let me pay." Zac motioned to take out his wallet, but Essie, who didn't seem to hear him, just handed the money to him.

After taking her seat, Essie smiled and said, "We met by chance, and after this awkward marriage, we won't meet each other ever again. We should just pay for ourselves."

Zac nodded in approval to her words.

Not long after that, the waiter served the noodles. Because she was the host, Essie gave Zac a dried bean. "Help yourself. The food here is cheap and delicious. And more importantly, they don't use used oil here."

"How do

So if it's used oil, I will have diarrhea

and Drug Administration with her talent,' Zac thought,

of water. Then, she raised her head to look at Zac and asked, "So, what

know more about him. After all, he was legally her husband. It would be bad if he was a wanted criminal or he was in a huge amount of debt.

But I don't have any work right now," Zac replied, not

houses and

least it was a job,' Essie thought

to figure out where he lived. That way, if she couldn't

said perfunctorily. This

idea for you to live in a private hotel that costs only dozens of dollars. When I first moved to Yang City, I was so shocked that I almost fell into a trap," she explained before suddenly covering her mouth with her hands. She realized that she had implied through her words that he was a hobo who came from another city and didn't have much money at all, so he had to stay

man. Why would I be deceived?" Zac shrugged, hoping to end

thinking that his words actually made sense. He was a poor man that had nothing but his good looks. Frauds probably wouldn't be interested in him. Sensing the impatience in his tone, Essie decided to stop digging

one other important thing for Essie to do. She wanted to make a nice business suit for Zac. As a jobless vagabond, he must have cheap stuff, and if

The next day, when Zac came, she greeted him with a tailored suit and a matching