Way Back Into Love (Essie) novel Chapter 505

"It seems that you really want to get rid of me. Well, then I'll leave it to fate. " she lowered her head and muttered. Her face looked dejected and desperate.

She took the dice cup before her, and it wasn't an ordinary cup of dice, it was a magic dice cup she had prepared beforehand, in which she could name the numbers she wanted.

"Let's decided the result by one gamble. If your number is larger than mine, then you will win."

Zac nodded slightly and said coldly, "Let's begin."

She shook the dice cup hard and then opened it, it was three pieces of one.

That was the smallest amount of points, which looked like she lost without any doubt.

Zac's expression became extremely complicated. His eyes seemed darker and darker as if they were dyed by a dark ink. No one could tell whether he was happy or sad, grateful or disappointed.

"It's your turn," Essie said dejectedly. She had made up her mind that if this was what he wanted, she would do him the favor.

Zac took up his cup and shook it gently. The force was so weak that it was of no use. No one knew if he felt he was going to win, or subconsciously he never thought about winning her.

When he unscrewed the cup, Essie was dumbfounded.

And it turned out to be three pieces of one again.

She shook out three pieces of one was because she had used a cup of magic dice. But his cup was just an ordinary one. It was weird to get the same points as hers.

Was she really a disaster? She sucked his good luck and made him unable to win the dice?

Zac didn't show any disappointed expression on his face. Instead, he looked a little gratified. "Come again." He took up the cup.

In the second play, the two continued to fight evenly with three pieces of one.

In the third play, Essie let Zac throw in advance. She didn't expect him to have the same result again!

She touched her forehead and sweated, "Icy guy, it seems that the God doesn't give you a chance to turn over. Why don't you listen to me?"

Zac's beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled. "No more nonsense, go on." Although he hated the three disobedient little things very much, today they seemed not to be so annoying.

"Let's change to another way. The one who had the smallest numbers will win," she suggested.

"Whatever," he said impatiently. He just wanted to end this gambling as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would lose control and show his true feelings.

"You come first," Essie said in a low voice.

He took up the cup, shook two times casually, and opened it: two, three and five.

A bitter smile gradually emerged on Essie's face. The battle was finally over.

Then she took up her magic cup and shook six times to open it. It was three pieces of six.

"Congratulations! Freezing guy, you finally win!" She forced herself to smile at him.

There was no joy or excitement in his dark eyes. "You can go now. Fuck off from me."

Essie grabbed the cocktail on the table and took a big gulp of it. Then she stood up and walked around to stand behind him and put her arms around him regardless of anything. "I admit defeat for bet. Goodbye! Icy guy. Without me, the disaster, good luck will come back to you. And your arms will recover soon."

Her voice was like a hot iron, rolling over his heart, his viscera, every part of his body, and his soul. All of his painful nerves were stirred up. He gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain, trying not to let any emotions on his face.

His body was weakened too. The sharp pain took all his strength away. He couldn't break free from her grasp. He just remained motionless and silent.

A drop of tear fell down from her eyes and dropped on his shoulder. His shoulder shivered slightly and he felt a pain. It seemed that his shirt and skin were burnt.

"Let me go. You'll disappear right away," he arduously spit out several cold words.

She tremblingly loosened her grip, turned around and ran away. It turned out that he could really be so cold-blooded and heartless. She finally realized it.

Seeing her slender figure disappeared at the door of the bar, he collapsed in the chair as if all his strength had been sucked out.

His eyes turned red because of the pain. He grabbed the half bottle of wine on the table and gulped it down, forgetting the doctor's words. He was badly in need of anesthesia to relieve extreme pain, or he would fall to the ground and die immediately.

Just then, William called. Doctor Smith, who would only come next month, canceled his trip to Italy and decided to go to Dragon City for his treatment first.

Doctor Smith, who got the doctor of psychiatry of Harvard Medical School, was the most authoritative neurologist in the world. He hoped that his arrival would bring some hope to the patient's arm.

After a series of examinations and consultation, he preferred to do a muscle repair surgery for Zac.

It was a very complicated operation and the success rate was only half.

Fortunately, the operation was very successful. After the anaesthetic left, his arm was painful, but he still couldn't exert himself. It would take a period of rehabilitation training before he could completely recover.

On the third day of the surgery, in the VVIP ward, Zac was watching an award ceremony of the year which was broadcast on TV.