Way Back Into Love (Essie) novel Chapter 314

A spasm ran over Zac's handsome face. At this moment, in addition to extreme depression, his heart was full of despair, which almost devoured him. Her eyes, expression and tone told him without any disguise that she didn't believe him at all. She believed that he had an affair with Leila and sentenced him to death!

He couldn't clean the dirty water. The more he washed it, the dirtier it became.

He held his head, breathed heavily and sighed heavily, "tell me, how can I prove it so that you can believe me?"

Essie sneered and said, "do you know why I haven't deleted these photos and kept them completely? Because I have to take them out every day to have a look and remind myself not to have any hope for you anymore."

The blood on Zac's face instantly faded, as white as a piece of paper. You can think as you like. I have a clear conscience. " He stood up and walked out slowly. His back was depressed and bleak, like an injured beast, trying to find a place to heal quietly.

Essie swallowed a touch of extreme bitterness in her throat. It might be the best ending to end like this.

As soon as Zac returned to the villa, he shut himself in the room. His heart was very painful, and the pain was about to burst and break. He urgently needed alcohol anesthesia.

He didn't know how much he had drunk, but the heartache wasn't relieved, it was more acute.

What kind of wine was this?

He angrily grabbed the bottle and smashed it against the wall. With a loud bang, the bottle was smashed, and brown liquid splashed everywhere, causing the room to smell of wine.

"Drink to drown your sorrows and you may be more sad." A low voice came from the door.

Zac turned around and saw the evil face. He frowned slightly and said, "how did you get in?"

"Of course I walked in." Jim shrugged. He was one of the guests that Ann could open the door and invite in without informing.

"When did you come back to Dragon City?" Zac asked in a low voice, a little drunk in his eyes.

"Morning." Jim raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I was looking for you to drink, but I didn't expect you to drink by yourself."

"I'm not drunk. I can still drink." Zac snorted.

"If you want to drink, you can also drink downstairs. There is no way to stay here." Jim said, turned around and walked out, followed by Zac.

After sitting at the bar counter, he poured a glass of ice water to Zac, "judging from your situation, you are likely to have a quarrel with beauty Essie. She has been back for so long, and you haven't made up?"

"You are right. Women's hearts are hard to know." Zac smiled bitterly.

"Aren't you watching with your heart? How could you not understand it until today? " Jim smiled. Zac's black eyes narrowed and his face was full of anger. "Are you satirizing me?"

"I dare not." Jim spread out his hands. He came to drink, not to touch the tiger's butt.

Zac snorted, picked up the glass and took a sip of ice water. He was very upset now. He didn't mind if Jim wanted to be a target.

Jim put his arm around Zac's shoulder and said, "a shallow woman is just a cup of drink. You can know what the taste is at the first sip; a woman with connotation is a cup of good tea. You should drink slowly and taste slowly to know her real taste."

"Have you made too many literary films recently?" Zac glanced at him, gave him the whisky in the wine cabinet and asked him to pour it himself.

He poured half a glass, added a few ice cubes, shook it and took a sip. "I hate to shoot literature movies the most. It's so boring."

"If you don't take a kissing scene and bed scenes, it's really not suitable for you." Zac joked and poured some wine and ice to drink with him. Jim narrowed his enchanting peach blossom eyes and said, "by the way, has beauty Essie cured your hidden disease?"

Zac took a sip of wine and remained silent. It didn't matter whether she could cure him or not. Anyway, he only wanted her to be his woman and was only interested in her.

"If it's not good, get her back. If it's good, try..." Before he finished his words, he was interrupted by Zac. He understood what he meant, but it was impossible. "I don't know who impatiently splashed my dirty water and couldn't argue in front of that muddled fool. Please give me some more useful suggestions."

"Then tell me what kind of dirty water you were poured and let me see if I can wash it off." Jim touched his chin.

Zac told him about the photos. Jim shook his head and sighed, "it's over. You can't clean it up. There's no way you can do it."