A Beautiful Misunderstanding

However, the thought of him delaying it any further came into his mind. Without another thought, he reached out for the handle, climbing up to the second floor. Zac gritted his teeth as he hoisted himself up one step at a time. Thunder crackled in a distance, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to save Essie.

Once he arrived, he kicked the glass window and swung himself into the room. Under the light of his cellphone, he could see her lying on the ground. Her whole body was convulsing and her lips were colorless. She looked as if she had just joined the cast of zombies.

Zac lifted her up and placed her on the bed. He began to perform artificial respiration.

Essie was finally conscious. Seeing the dim light across the room, her fear had been relieved. As he continued to blow air into her system, the muscle in her throat slowly unwound, allowing her to breathe more easily.

"Did you have a heart attack? Where's your medicine?" Zac asked anxiously, glancing around.

"No. I suffered from claustrophobia, that's all," she answered weakly.

His shoulders sagged in relief at the thought of her not suffering from a heart attack.

Claustrophobia came and went quickly. As soon as she finished up a glass of water, she felt much better.

"Do you know what you did was dangerous?" she admonished. Essie didn't expect that he would risk his own life to save her. She was grateful to him. A small smile inched into her lips.

"How can I come in then?" Zac motioned to the furniture surrounding the door.

You might catch a cold if you're wearing them for too long." She wanted to help him unbutton his shirt, but the moment her hand grazed upon his

you.

she had for him had vanished

he said

either," she snapped, rolling her

type then?

that right." Essie

Zac's heart. He mercilessly took off his drenched clothing and threw them onto the sofa, glaring at

hazy light highlighted his well-defined

let her eyes wander

trailing across his creamy skin and outlining his abs. She blushed.

view?"

subconsciously. As a fashion designer, she had always been accustomed to seeing great-looking models.

part of her wanted to

you think is better now?" asked

about looks, you're better