Way Back Into Love (Essie) novel Chapter 207

Every word was like a dagger stabbing into her heart time after time. She was overwhelmed by the pain.

This was how important she was in his heart.

He didn't care whether she was alive or dead. Without her, he could look for another substitute. There were many women in the world anyway.

She left quietly, running like an injured deer on the road.

She had to spend all her strength so that she could not think about it and could not suffer.

She didn't know how long she had been running until she was blocked in the way by the Emerald Lake. Unable to go any further, she collapsed on the grass.

Her heart was filled with sorrow and resentment, and she was also filled with sadness. The only thing she could do was to cry.

She covered her face with her hands, letting tears run between her fingers. Her grievance and despair were gone.

He would not let her go, nor would he be able to be together with Hanson. Would she be destroyed like this all her life?

She covered her chest with one of her hands. It hurt so much that she could hardly breathe.

At this moment, a voice came from the side, "Little pineapple, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

She wiped the tears on her face, but his keen eyes saw everything.

"Why are you crying? Did my mommy bully you again? " He asked with concern.

"No, she didn't." Essie shook her head.

"Did you have a fight with Zac?" Clenching his teeth, Walt said, "If he dares to bully you, just tell me. I'll beat him."

"Brother, I'm fine," Essie said perfunctorily. She could only let the bitter water flow into her stomach, and let herself digest slowly and unable to spit it out.

Walt frowned.

Her eyes were swollen from crying. How could she be okay?

His instinct told him that it had something to do with Zac. But if she didn't tell him and he wouldn't ask either, he would have to find a way to make her happy.

"Little pineapple, let me make a little thing for you."

She paused for a moment and asked, "What is it?"

His thin lips curved into an attractive arc. He walked to the edge of the lake and picked some long weeds, and began to weave them up.

She looked at it curiously, and her mood became a little more peaceful.

Very soon, he made up a locust, "Little pineapple, here you are."

She smiled through tears and took the locust. "Thank you."

"In the past, when I was unhappy, I came to the lake alone to weave locusts. When I made up a locust legion, I would be in a good mood," Walt said with a smile.