Way Back Into Love (Essie)

Chapter 79 Won't You Come Back

On the first day that he was gone, Essie decided that as long as he came back, she would cook his

favorite dish, carrot stewed with yellow beef, for him.

The day after that, she told herself that she wouldn't get angry if he laughed at her or teased her.

On the third day, she could only sigh deeply in depression. She swore to herself that if he was ever

unhappy in the future, she would be willing to be his punching bag and trash bin so he could vent out

his grievances.

However, three whole days had already passed, but Zac still hadn't shown up.

The days without him were boring.

She ate, watched TV, and went shopping alone. It was as if she was the only one left in the world.

Time ticked by unbearably slowly.

Every day seemed like an entire century.

Essie leaned against the sofa in a trance. She couldn't even get excited at new orders.

'Where did he go?

Has his hand recovered? Is he still angry?

Why hasn't he come back?' Essie's mind was full of questions.

The house belonged to him, so she was the person who was supposed to leave the house.

She suddenly felt like she had no right to be living in Zac's house.

But he didn't bring the house key with him. If she left, he wouldn't be able to come in.

She sighed deeply and took out her phone to call him, but when she thought that he was probably

alright and was just reluctant to come back because he was flirting with Leila instead of her, she put her

phone back down.

On the fourth day,

Hanson was discharged from the hospital.

It seemed that he was obsessed with her. Instead of going straight to the company, he stayed with her

all day long, filling up her lonely day.

Over the next few days, they spent their time enjoying the sunrise and sunset, curling up together,

discussing the latest fashion trends, and having a romantic candlelit dinner.

Essie's melancholy heart felt better. As for Zac, she no longer thought about him for the time being.

He belonged to another woman now, and Hanson belonged to her.

Today, Hanson took her to see the sunset on the sea.

He walked into the yacht and took out a gift box.

"This is for you. Open it and see if you like it."

Essie was slightly stunned. She opened it and saw a very beautiful dress inside.

"Hanson, did you design it by yourself?" Essie's eyes widened in surprise, a small flame burning in her

eyes.

He nodded with a smile, and she looked like a peony in the peak of its bloom. Her beautiful little face This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

was tinted with a faint rosy glow, and the corners of her mouth were curled up in joy. Her entire body

looked like a small sparkling star—bright, dazzling, and brilliant.

Essie had been praying for this to happen for many years, and now she had finally fulfilled her dream of

wearing a dress designed by such a talented designer and the youngest winner of MANGO

International Fashion Award.

She excitedly rushed into the room and put on the long dress.

The cloak highlighted her beautiful shoulders, and she looked like a dream. Hanson had embroidered

bamboo leaf flowers and some poetry onto the dress with his own hands, and the dress flowed as

smoothly as ripples of water on a lake and half-hid her long legs which could be seen in walk. Her face

could be deemed alluring in every aspect.

Once she was done putting the dress on, she went back up to the deck, looking like a little mermaid

princess.

After staring at her for a while, Hanson said in a low and hoarse voice, "The opening ceremony of the

Oriental Fashion Week will be held the day after tomorrow. Wear this dress and come with me!"

Essie couldn't help but feel slightly shocked. "Can I do that?" After all, he and Sunny were engaged. If

he showed up with another woman, people would surely gossip about them.

"She's in France. Don't worry. However, you can only come as my junior schoolmate. I'll have to make

you feel wronged for a night." Hanson cracked a comforting smile at Essie. After what happened at the

Century Square, Sunny escaped to France for fear that William would harass her again.

Essie felt herself relax. She understood what he was worried about. Besides, she really didn't care

what her status was.

He gently kissed her forehead and gracefully reached out his hand. "My beautiful princess, may I invite

you to dance?"

She smiled back at him and put her hand on his.

With that, they started slow dancing on the deck.

The sunlight made the sea glitter like countless golden butterflies spreading their wings, ready to fly.

Her black hair and long dress swayed in the sea breeze.

Suddenly, a familiar music started playing, and Essie couldn't help but think of the time when she was

dancing with Zac on their rooftop. Back then, his strong sense of control and arrogance could be seen

even in the way he danced. His dance moves were as fast as the wind at night, blowing through the

wilderness without a sound, but leaving leaves scattered and stones flying in its wake.

Hanson's dance steps, on the other hand, were gentle, elegant, and full of romance.

Essie could not tell which one she liked more.

By the time they headed back, it was already evening.

Hanson drove her back to her apartment.

When they got out of the car, Hanson stared after Essie as she walked towards the building, feeling a

little reluctant to say goodbye. All of a sudden, he rushed over to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her

into his arms.

"Hanson!" Essie's voice was as soft as the night breeze that was blowing through her hair. Hanson's

eyes were beating fast, and his eyes were burning with desire. He lowered his head and kissed her.

At the same time, a tall figure was hiding under the ancient banyan tree in the distance.

He did not know how long he had been standing there. He just remained motionless, as if he was one

with the darkness of the night.

The dense leaves of the banyan tree cast a terrifying shadow on his handsome face. His eyes were

even darker than the night. It was as if he was submerged in the Arctic River, feeling nothing but

coldness and despair.

She lived a very good life—one that was comfortable and sweet.

She really had no place for him in her heart at all.

He should calm himself down.

In the past two months, he had only one purpose: to make her willing to go with him to stop his

wedding.

However, the situation seemed to spiral out of his control. It reached a point where he could no longer

tell if he was acting or being sincere. His emotions became uncontrollable, always affected and

influenced by her and her mood swings.

He hated having that kind of passive feeling, but he couldn't control it.

But he had to face this issue head on, and he knew he couldn't deal with things negatively all the time.

Now that this muddled woman was willing to do it, he no longer cared about using violence.

If she wanted to set herself free, she had to stop the wedding for him and help him get rid of Valery.

Meanwhile, outside the apartment building, Hanson let go of the girl in his arms reluctantly. "I will pick

you up for the opening ceremony of fashion week the day after tomorrow," he said.

Essie smiled at him and walked into the apartment.

Hanson got in the car, and just as he was about to start the engine, he received a call from the hospital.

Apparently, Florey had a heart attack and had to undergo an emergency operation.

Naturally, Hanson felt so anxious that he rushed to the hospital at once.

Florey simply lay on the bed, waiting for his son. He had been spending a lot of time with Essie

recently. And Florey had been very clear about the fact that she would not let his son go on like this.

She knew that she had to use an effective means to cut off his relationship with Essie.