It was quiet in the room. There were only heavy heartbeats and slow breaths of them.
All of a sudden, a ringtone broke the peace.
When Zac picked up the phone, she opened her eyes and glanced at the screen secretly. Soon her heart sank into the bottom of the Arctic Ocean.
It was from Leila.
Not wanting to wake her up, Zac got up quietly and went outside to answer the phone.
Zac didn't come back for several days, which made Leila uncomfortable. She was afraid that he would have another woman. Zac didn't want to talk more with her. He hung up after telling her that he would go back tonight.
Essie was still in a trance. She didn't open her eyes until Zac walked in. "I'm leaving," she said. Although it was only a few words, it was mixed with infinite sadness.
She had taken another woman's husband away from her, and it was time for her to get him back.
He didn't respond but came over and caressed her head, "Are you hungry? I'll make you noddle with soybean paste."
"Do you still know how to cook?" She pouted and thought, 'Cooking is something that requires often practice.'
"You won't forget when you learn how to cook," He smiled, put on his clothes and went out.
She sat up and somehow wanted to cry out. She hadn't eaten his soybean paste noodles for a long time. Did he also cook it for Leila?
She really hoped that he could only belong to her, whether tenderness or hegemony!
But she knew that she could only hope it forever, and there was no way to fulfill it.
In the kitchen, the oil was splashed on his arm again. It was true that he became unfamiliar with it if he hadn't cooked it often. Essie walked to reduce the heat in a hurry.
"You are not the one who would enter the kitchen, Mr. Rong." She poured a little vinegar on his arm since it could prevent burns.
"It's okay. I just haven't done it for a long time," Zac shrugged and said indifferently.
"Haven't you cooked for Leila?" She couldn't help asking. Although she knew she shouldn't ask, she blurted it out without thinking.
"I only cook for my woman," Zac answered firmly.
"Who is your woman?" She pretended to be annoyed. Her heart lake was like a warm breeze blowing, refreshing her.
"You know that." At the corner of his mouth, there was a charming slight smile.
"I don't know. I'm hungry. I can't guess anything at all, because I need nutrition. Get the noodles ready. I want to eat them. " When she snorted towards him and turned around to walk into the dining room, she couldn't help smiling sweetly.
He didn't make noddle with soybean paste for Leila. That was nice!
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