Way Back Into Love (Essie)

Chapter 123 I'm Not Interested In A Stud

Zac stopped the car at the intersection and waited for the traffic light to turn green.

He touched Essie's head and said, "Don't worry about what happened to Valery's family."

She shrugged and replied, "I'm just curious. How on earth did she die?"

"I heard that she was murdered by an addict, but I was still in America when it happened, so I don't

know all the details about it," Zac said, understating what really happened. He started driving again.

'An addict?' Thinking of this, Essie snorted in her mind. In her opinion, somebody must have hired a

murderer to kill the woman. The mistress had an in with Baron, and she had a son of his. So naturally,

she was a threat to the status of Elizabeth and her son, and Elizabeth had to take a risk and get rid of

her as soon as she could.

Some people were perfectly capable of doing such a thing.

The car turned at a corner, and Essie immediately recognized that it wasn't the way to the mansion.

"Where are we going?" she asked, a little surprised.

"My house." The corners of his mouth went up. "Let's enjoy our lovers' world."

Essie's thick eyelashes fluttered, showing a hint of mischief on her face. "So you still have a small nest

of your own, huh? Tell me the truth, how many women have you brought home?"

"You are the second one," Zac said with a cunning smile.

"Who was the first? Leila?" She raised her eyebrows slightly.

Zac didn't answer and just shrugged his shoulders.

Essie curled her mouth. The woman was probably Leila. After all, Leila occupied the first place in Zac's

heart, and Essie was only in second place. No, maybe she wasn't even in second place. After all, men

from rich and powerful families like him had a lot of women, so there might still be someone who

ranked higher than her.

How unfair! He was the first man he had ever been with, but she was not his first woman.

Whenever men had some sort of sexual desire, didn't they think about whether they were being selfish

before asking women to relieve them of their desire?

Zac's villa was quiet, elegant, and spotless.

He had a butler named Ann, and a servant named Zeya.

For a young master like him who never had to do any housework in his life, it was impossible for him to

do all the housework by himself.

"This is my wife, and she will be the hostess here from now on," Zac said to Mrs. Ann and Zeya. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Good evening, madam," they answered respectfully.

Essie greeted them as well, then she went upstairs with Zac. As a poor lamb, she couldn't get any

sense of security in the tiger's territory.

"Where is my room? I need to go to bed now. I still have a shooting for the show tomorrow."

Fortunately, the shooting for Beauty on Runway was set in Dragon City for its next two sessions, so

she didn't need to fly back and forth from Dragon City a lot. Essie yawned deliberately, pretending to be

very sleepy in case someone wanted to come and harass her.

A cunning look flashed in Zac's eyes. How could he not know exactly what she was thinking? Without

saying a word, he picked her up and opened the door to the first room to his left.

"Why did you have to ask? Of course my room is your room."

He smiled wantonly and put her on the bed. Essie got up in a hurry and curled herself up at the head of

the bed, "Icy guy, would it really be appropriate for us to sleep together? Can you stand how we see

each other unkempt and dirty every morning when we open our eyes?" But then again, he was so

handsome and narcissistic that he probably didn't think he could look bad at all.

"Do I look bad in the morning?" He rubbed his chin and seemed to be trying to recall how he looked

after waking up in the morning.

No, a beauty was indeed a beauty. It didn't matter if he was lying down, sitting down, walking, or

sleeping—he was always pleasing to the eye. However, Essie didn't want to tell him the truth. She was

determined to give his ego a hard blow. "Of course. Didn't you see how bad you looked when you got

up and looked in the mirror this morning?"

Her husband shrugged his shoulders and said in an indifferent tone, "Honey, you will get used to it. As

a couple, we should accept each other, right?"

Essie was petrified to hear this, and she suddenly realized that Zac had an indestructible mind, and

neither stick nor carrot worked on him.

However, she wouldn't have the chance to get used to it because she would have to leave his side in

the near future.

"I'm not interested in studs like you. We should respect each other all the time and never do anything

that crosses the line."

The man asked, "When did I become a stud?"

The girl jumped up, put her hands on her hips, glared at him, and questioned him fiercely, "Isn't the

baby in Valery's belly yours? You are such a beast who only thinks with your lower body. It was only a

matter of time before something bad happened. If it hadn't been Valery, it would've been someone else.

So you will never be my husband. My husband must be physically and mentally clean. He should have

a strong self-control and a brain that he uses for thinking!"

Zac felt wronged! He was innocent! However, there was nothing he could say to her. He met all of her

requirements. He should have had a full score, but now, he had become scum in her eyes.

It was all Valery's fault that his pure image was now ruined!

Seeing him fall silent with a gloomy look on his face, Essie knew that she had touched a sore spot in

his heart, but she didn't think she had done anything wrong. It was okay for people to make mistakes,

but once they had made it, they would have to carry it with them forever. Even after they had made

amends, the mistake would still be a part of their lives.

"Zac, you like light food, but you like freak women. It's so weird!" Essie added quickly, adding salt to his

injury.

There was coldness in Zac's eyes when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. "Are you a

freak?"

She blushed and tried to get out of his arms, but no matter how hard she struggled under his grip, it

was all in vain. "Let me go. It's none of my business."

"Aren't you my woman?" Zac narrowed his eyes and the coldness in it made it gleam, just like the way

moonlight would sprinkle over a snowy mountain.

She lowered her eyes to avoid looking at him. "Don't put a label on me. What we have is a business

relationship. You helped me defeat Sunny before, so now I am helping you drive away Valery. That's

only fair so we won't owe each other anything in the future." Her tone was absolutely ruthless.

Zac knitted his eyebrows together, feeling a little hurt. He let out a small sigh and forced out a bitter

smile. "Can't we have something more than this?"

'The one you love is not me. What else do you expect?' Essie asked in her mind.

She wanted to say something, but the words were choked back by the bitterness in her mouth. If she

asked that question, the only answer he would be able to give her was silence, and it would only make

her feel desperate. Saying it would just make her sad and annoyed.

Men didn't think with their brain, so they had a lot of space in his mind. They could date several

women, have a relationship with all of them, make promises to the ones they liked, and still have sex

with the ones they didn't like.

But women were different. All they wanted was to give themselves to the man they loved deeply.

Essie knew Zac's heart very well, and she knew exactly where she stood. That was enough for her.

"It's good enough." Her voice sounded even quieter than a whisper. It was good. It was good to have

this relationship with him. At least he still needed her. Essie didn't know when she started to think that

way. Maybe he had been in her world for so long that she had become accustomed to having him

around.

However, in Zac's eyes, she simply hated him, wanted to get rid of him, and was against taking a step

towards him. A feeling of loss spread over his spine and his entire heart was like a cold fog. The hand

on Essie's waist suddenly tightened. "I don't think it is." The boiling anger Zac had inside made his

handsome face tense up, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his dark eyes. He suddenly lowered his head

without warning, and Essie turned her head away in an attempt to avoid him. However, he immediately

clasped her chin, preventing her from moving.

Essie was on the verge of surrendering. She threw her fist on his shoulder, but still failed to stop his

aggression.

He snorted and didn't let her go. But then, he felt some blood ooze out of his lips and into her mouth.

The slightly coppery smell of blood made Essie shudder. All of a sudden, her despair seemed to

consume her, and she stopped trying to resist Zac, allowing him to do what he wanted with her.

However, he quickly let her go as if he hated her act of resignation.

He licked the remaining blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes gloomy and dark. He silently swept

his eyes over her red, swollen lips, then he got up and left the room.

And just like that, she was left all alone in the bedroom.

Inside, the air was cold and desolate.

Essie tossed and turned before she gradually fell asleep. When she woke up, Zac was sitting beside

her, but she had no idea when he came into her room. He wasn't asleep. Instead, he was leaning

against the headboard of the bed with a faint smell of alcohol coming from his body. He stared at her

face with a deep and indescribable look on his eyes.

She pulled the quilt to cover her exposed body and said, "It's almost dawn. Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Do you mind Valery?" he said all of a sudden.

"Of course I do. If I were about to have a child with another man, would you mind?" she muttered

angrily. He had been up all night. Was he still thinking about what happened before she went to sleep?

She didn't even quarrel with him. He was the one who got angry and bullied her. Why was he acting

like the victim?

Being around a moody guy was terrifying!

While Essie was busy feeling sad for herself, Zac suddenly spoke in a low voice, "So you do care about

me a little bit."

She didn't know what to say. What was the logic behind this? Did that have anything to do with it?

"Are you daydreaming?" She rolled her eyes at him.

"If you don't care about me, then why do you mind her?" he said slowly.

She couldn't bear that he slept with Valery because Valery was her sworn enemy. And he even got her

pregnant!

Many years ago, Elizabeth took Valery and Vinton to her house, ruined her family, and made her

parents separate from each other. Now, the tables had turned. The position Valery was dying to have

had been occupied by her by accident, and it was the perfect chance for her to have her revenge.

No matter what happened, she would stand in this pit and never let Valery have her way.

It didn't matter who would replace her in the future as long as it wasn't Valery.

But Essie couldn't tell Zac about all of this. She couldn't let him doubt her.

So she turned her back to him and said, "Think whatever you want!"

A smile appeared on his lips, and just like that, his melancholic heart became bright and warm.

Essie would say one thing and mean another. The moment she began to act shamelessly, she would

start feeling guilty.

So...

Zac lay down and wrapped his arms around Essie. "Go back to sleep."

She lowered her head, peeped at his hand around her waist, and felt the change in his mood. She

sighed softly.

Alas! He was so temperamental. Should she prepare portable weather equipment to protect herself

from danger?

It was sunny over the next two days.

With the exception of Hanson's absence, Essie's shooting for Beauty on Runway went smoothly.

As soon as Essie came out of the studio, she was immediately stopped by Florey.