Way Back Into Love (Essie) novel Chapter 161

It was very late at night.

However, sleep was elusive for Essie.

She lay in bed and played mobile games to kill time.

Her phone alert suddenly went off, indicating an incoming email. She clicked on the notification, and a group of photos greeted her.

At a single glance, she recognized the man and woman who were intimately entwined in the photos.

The email address of the source was unfamiliar, and she didn't care enough to think deeply about the email's purpose.

It was any one of two reasons: showing off or dealing a blow.

However, if the sender wanted a response from her, then they would be doomed to disappointment.

After all, she knew that relationship very well.

They loved each other but could not be together, so Zac had no choice but to take her as a substitute.

Zac's plan was obvious; he thought that with sweet promises and honeyed words, he would be able to manipulate her into doing whatever he wanted. She may be stupid, but she was nobody's puppet, nor would she sacrifice her own marriage and happiness.

Now, she was together again with Hanson, and they couldn't be happier.

Hanson was her happy ending. He would never lie to her, use her, or treat her as a substitute for another woman. He was the only person in the world who truly loved her; thus, he was the only person worthy of her love.

While she was lost in thought, her phone screen showed that Hanson was calling. They had separated only three hours ago, but he already missed her.

"Are you sleeping, Essie?"

"Not yet."

"Do you, perhaps, miss me?"

"No, I just can't fall asleep." She giggled a little and felt herself blush.

"Then let me sing a song to lull you to sleep, okay?" His voice, which was as tender as the night breeze, made her feel drunk and warm. "Okay."

"What do you want to hear?"

"'You are Young.'"

"Okay." His magnetic voice floated through the earpiece "I often think of the mottled desks of that year..."

She closed her eyes and emptied her mind. She didn't want to think about people or things that upset her. Now, she had Hanson, and it felt like the whole world was hers. That headache-inducing person who never really cared about her should really disappear from her mind.

In the next two weeks, Hanson came to visit her from work late at night, always looking exhausted.

Essie prepared a glass of fresh fruit juice for him and asked carefully, "Is work really hectic these days?"