Way Back Into Love (Essie) novel Chapter 370

"I've got used to it. Anyway, I'm no longer her daughter-in-law, and I won't see her often in the future. If she wants to make fun of me, I'll respect her as long as she wants," she said casually.

Zac sighed and lowered his head. His mother always gave his little fool a long face as if she was a foe in her previous life. The most hateful thing was that she even made up a lie about the wedding. How could he hold the wedding with Leila? The only person who could walk into the church with him was his little fool.

"I don't want to hold a wedding," he said honestly.

"Since you didn't hold a wedding in your first marriage, you should make up for your second one. Make it a grand wedding ceremony, something like century-shocked wedding." The corners of her mouth raised into a very deep, sarcastic smile.

A little blush crept into his eyes, turning into slight anger. "Do you really want me to marry someone else?"

"Since you have been married. Isn't it normal to hold a wedding ceremony?" She sneered. The best way to avoid being hurt by him was to give up any hope on him.

"I said I would come back. Don't you believe me?" When his car stopped at a crossroad waiting for the traffic light, he threw a punch at the steering wheel. The feeling of being dumb and enduring everything almost drove him crazy.

"You can leave whenever you want to, and come back whenever you want to. What do you take me for? Nobody wants me? Why should I be responsible for you? " She couldn't vent all her grievances. Now the best way to get along with him was not to see him anymore, or there would only be endless quarrels and anger.

Zac also realized this. She had high self-esteem. There was no way she would accept what was happening now. But he couldn't tell the truth. What should he do?

He was invincible in the business world and could bring about great influence in the stock market. But he could do nothing when facing this little fool.

When he parked the car in front of the Jade Mountain vills, he held her hand in his. As if it was pricked by a needle, she tried to break away from him, but his fingers were not willing to relax. "You little fool, listen to me. The marriage between Leila and I is temporary. She is not the woman I want to spend the rest of my life. You are my only wife."

She was like a plucked string, quivering slightly. "Then why did you marry her?" She used a tone of questioning.

"I have my own difficulties." He sighed.

"Can't you tell me the truth as you did in the accident of Rabi many years ago?" She squinted her eyes and gave out a sharp light.

"I'm sorry!" he said painfully. The last time he could not tell was because of Leo, and this time it was for her. He always dealt with things nimbly and never held the fantasy of luck, so he had to try his best to minimize all the risks.

She fell into silence. She had known him for a long time. He was a man with a meticulous mind of his own. Even if she took a plier to pinch his lip, she wouldn't be able to pry out anything that he didn't want to tell. He also didn't tell the truth of the Valery accident until three years later.

"You can do whatever you want. It's none of my business." She pushed the door open and got out of the car. Anyway, she felt better than before. At least, he didn't abandon her for the sake of Leila. This was a comfort to her.

When she pushed open the gate of the villa, her eyes were slightly bright. It was her favorite idyllic style decoration that made her feel warm and at home.

There was neither a butler nor a servant inside. Perhaps he didn't want their tryst to be known by others, which caused many new problems.

"This place belongs to us, only you and me," he said gently.

"Do you need a third person?" She ridiculed him.

He gave a weird and helpless smile and did not respond. He went to the counter and poured a glass of whiskey. He needed the alcohol anaesthetic to reduce the pain of twisting his heart.

"I won't stay here overnight. Send me back later," she stood behind him and said with determination.

He clenched his fists and raised his head. Pouring all the wine in the glass into his throat, he said, "Sometimes, you are really stubborn." His voice became husky from the burning alcohol.

"I have my own moral bottom line. If you still have feelings for me, please respect me. Don't touch me and leave me with a little dignity during the maintenance of your marriage with Leila. And it will also be a condition for the restoration of our marriage. Don't leave me with only hate you," She said slowly and forcefully.

He poured another glass of wine, ice, and took a sip. He said dejectedly, "Stay here. I won't touch you." It seemed like an offer.

She didn't resist him and made a compromise. She didn't want to piss him off. He was a tyrant and a dictator. The wisest way for him was to yield when he was patient. Otherwise, she would suffer a loss.

"I'll go upstairs to have a look." After saying that, she quickly went upstairs, as if she wanted to escape him and take a breath.

He looked at her back quietly and drank up the rest of the wine.

She pushed open the door of the main bedroom and looked around. Her eyes fell on a delicate crystal frame on the shelf.

The picture inside looked familiar. She walked close and looked at it carefully.