A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 370 Steal A Kiss From The 'Fresh Meat'

"I've got used to it. Anyway, I'm no longer her daughter-in-law, and I won't see her often in the future. If she wants to make fun of me, I'll respect her as long as she wants," she said casually.

Zac sighed and lowered his head. His mother always gave his little fool a long face as if she was a foe in her previous life. The most hateful thing was that she even made up a lie about the wedding. How could he hold the wedding with Leila? The only person who could walk into the church with him was his little fool.

"I don't want to hold a wedding," he said honestly.

"Since you didn't hold a wedding in your first marriage, you should make up for your second one. Make it a grand wedding ceremony, something like century-shocked wedding." The corners of her mouth raised into a very deep, sarcastic smile.

A little blush crept into his eyes, turning into slight anger. "Do you really want me to marry someone else?"

"Since you have been married. Isn't it normal to hold a wedding ceremony?" She sneered. The best way to avoid being hurt by him was to give up any hope on him.

"I said I would come back. Don't you believe me?" When his car stopped at a crossroad waiting for the traffic light, he threw a punch at the steering wheel. The feeling of being dumb and enduring everything almost drove him crazy.

"You can leave whenever you want to, and come back whenever you want to. What do you take me for? Nobody wants me? Why should I be responsible for you? " She couldn't vent all her grievances. Now the best way to get along with him was not to see him anymore, or there would only be endless quarrels and anger.

Zac also realized this. She had high self-esteem. There was no way she would accept what was happening now. But he couldn't tell the truth. What should he do?

He was invincible in the business world and could bring about great influence in the stock market. But he could do nothing when facing this little fool.

When he parked the car in front of the Jade Mountain vills, he held her hand in his. As if it was pricked by a needle, she tried to break away from him, but his fingers were not willing to relax. "You little fool, listen to me. The marriage between Leila and I is temporary. She is not the woman I want to spend the rest of my life. You are my only wife."

She was like a plucked string, quivering slightly. "Then why did you marry her?" She used a tone of questioning.

"I have my own difficulties." He sighed.

"Can't you tell me the truth as you did in the accident of Rabi many years ago?" She squinted her eyes and gave out a sharp light.

"I'm sorry!" he said painfully. The last time he could not tell was because of Leo, and this time it was for her. He always dealt with things nimbly and never held the fantasy of luck, so he had to try his best to minimize all the risks.

She fell into silence. She had known him for a long time. He was a man with a meticulous mind of his own. Even if she took a plier to pinch his lip, she wouldn't be able to pry out anything that he didn't want to tell. He also didn't tell the truth of the Valery accident until three years later.

"You can do whatever you want. It's none of my business." She pushed the door open and got out of the car. Anyway, she felt better than before. At least, he didn't abandon her for the sake of Leila. This was a comfort to her.

When she pushed open the gate of the villa, her eyes were slightly bright. It was her favorite idyllic style decoration that made her feel warm and at home.

There was neither a butler nor a servant inside. Perhaps he didn't want their tryst to be known by others, which caused many new problems.

"This place belongs to us, only you and me," he said gently.

"Do you need a third person?" She ridiculed him.

He gave a weird and helpless smile and did not respond. He went to the counter and poured a glass of whiskey. He needed the alcohol anaesthetic to reduce the pain of twisting his heart.

"I won't stay here overnight. Send me back later," she stood behind him and said with determination.

He clenched his fists and raised his head. Pouring all the wine in the glass into his throat, he said, "Sometimes, you are really stubborn." His voice became husky from the burning alcohol. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"I have my own moral bottom line. If you still have feelings for me, please respect me. Don't touch me and leave me with a little dignity during the maintenance of your marriage with Leila. And it will also be a condition for the restoration of our marriage. Don't leave me with only hate you," She said slowly and forcefully.

He poured another glass of wine, ice, and took a sip. He said dejectedly, "Stay here. I won't touch you." It seemed like an offer.

She didn't resist him and made a compromise. She didn't want to piss him off. He was a tyrant and a dictator. The wisest way for him was to yield when he was patient. Otherwise, she would suffer a loss.

"I'll go upstairs to have a look." After saying that, she quickly went upstairs, as if she wanted to escape him and take a breath.

He looked at her back quietly and drank up the rest of the wine.

She pushed open the door of the main bedroom and looked around. Her eyes fell on a delicate crystal frame on the shelf.

The picture inside looked familiar. She walked close and looked at it carefully.

The more she looked at it, the more it resembled the handsome young man she drew in secret when he was asleep in Yang City. But who was the woman that bend down in an attempt to kiss the handsome young man? She had never painted this woman!

She looked closely at the woman, and found that she looked very much like her. And the dress that was half dangled over her chest. Wasn't that the insect dress she wore?

When she was confused, a low voice came from behind, "What do you think about our first cooperation of the painting? Is it romantic?"

"Did you add the extra existence in the painting?" Essie was shocked.

"What is the extra existence? That is you." He walked up to her and flicked her on the forehead, unsatisfied with her expression. He added it in such a perfect and natural manner. How could she said that? "As for the meaning behind the painting, it is very simple. You wanted to kiss me secretly when I was asleep."

Feeling dizzy, Essie wouldn't want to do such unscrupulous thing. He was the one who kissed her secretly while she was asleep.

"It must be drawn in the wrong position, you should have turned the position of the two people over. I remember that someone sneaked into a my room when I was asleep, kissed me secretly, and took a selfie. The evidence is in the digital photo frame on his desk," she said slowly.

In the light, there was a hint of slyness shining in his eyes. "You found my secret."

She turned to him in a meaningful way and asked, "Icy guy, why is the password of the digital photo frame our marriage date?"

He flicked her head gently, with affection in his eyes, "Because I found a muddle headed girl. It's very memorable."

Pouting her lips, she darted a glance at him playfully. "For me, I think it seems that it was your first Waterloo during the twenty-six years of your life. So that you have to bear in mind the painful lesson." She was so lucky. She won him twelve times in a row. She should buy the lottery at that time.

"I lost to you. And you got me. It was the best gambling ever." He smiled charmingly.

She didn't think so!

She had won a big devil and she was plundered deeply every day. She lost her freedom completely. She felt like she was just spinning a cocoon around herself whatever she did.

"You ruined my work. It was a portrait, but you ruined it by adding something on it. You made it like a... porn painting." She changed the subject to the painting.

"Such a painting is best choice to put in the bedroom." His eyes became evil.

"Brother is better than you. He preserved my painting in a perfect condition. Only in this way can you show respect to art." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, pretending to be annoyed by his words. In fact, she admired his 'extra existence' very much. By putting a soul into the painting, it could live and have a more wonderful artistic conception.

Zac frowned slightly. "You drew for my brother. When is it?" A sense of jealousy rose from his chest. Wasn't he the first one she drew?

"Brother and I know each other..." She wanted to say earlier than she knew him, but she swallowed it before she could speak it out. She forgot she was Cathy.

She had known them since a long time ago. In her vague memory, she seemed to know Zac first, because every time Albert came to visit her family, Zac was always taken by him. He seldom took Walt to her family.

"Well, I've met elder brother when I was in college. He is so handsome and very suitable to be a model. It's normal for me to draw him." She brought up the topic cleverly.

"Did he hang the painting in the bedroom?" Zac asked.

She nodded.

A deep color passed by Zac's eyes.

That painting was his brother's treasure and no one was allowed to touch it. He had thought that it must be some famous painter who did it. He didn't expect it was his muddled headed who did it. Ivy said that brother met his little sun when he was travelling around the world, and that he met his little fool at that time, too. Did it mean...

"Don't get too close to brother anymore," he said in a low voice.

After a short pause, Essie asked, "Why?"

"A woman should keep distance from other men. Not only him, but also people like Fell, you must keep a distance from all of them." He was like an emperor who was announcing the imperial edict in an overbearing tone. The citizens had to follow their duty and had no right to resist.

When she heard that, a surge of anger came over her. She said, "Zac Rong, I am a free person now. It is my business to keep in touch with anyone. You have no right to judge!"

Blushing slightly, he reached out his arm and held her fragile waist. He pulled her back hard and threw her into his arms. "I'll take care of everything as long as it is your business. Being my woman, you have to accept it."

She looked pale. She wanted to break free but had no strength to resist. She could only angrily punch him on the shoulder. "You devil, tyrant!"

Her soft body wriggled unconsciously when she was struggling, and soon a big fire lit between them.