Way Back Into Love (Essie) novel Chapter 526

What the hell! The apartment was on fire?

He jumped up from the bed and ran out without putting on his shoes.

The smoke came out of the kitchen, mixed with the sound of a woman's cough.

He rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind. From the smoke curling up, he saw a panic figure. It was...

He coughed and rubbed his eyes. His eyes became clearer.

It was Ivy. He recognized her. She was...

frying egg!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He strode forward and turned on the range hood.

The thick smoke gradually dispersed.

He crossed his hands over his chest and stared at her with a questioning posture. "Ivy, why are you in my kitchen?"

Turning off the gas stove, Ivy shoved out a piece of black item from the pan and threw it into the trash can.

There were also several dark things in the bucket!

She lowered her head dejectedly and turned around. "Don't you remember anything? You get drunk every day. It's me who sent you back. "

"Oh, it's you," he muttered and his eyes softened. To be honest, he didn't remember anything after getting drunk. He only knew that he would lie on his bed every day when he woke up. He didn't want to think about who sent him back. He was not in the mood to think about it anyway.

He glanced at the messy kitchen and frowned slightly. "Then why don't you go back? You make trouble here and almost burn my kitchen!"

"I just want to make breakfast for you out of kindness." Ivy was extremely embarrassed. She had seen the fried eggs of Essie, which were golden yellow. They smelled good and looked easy to make. She had planned to show off in front of him, but she didn't expect it to be a mess.

Thinking of this, she blinked, and tears began to flash in her eyes.

After all, Hanson had a tender heart for women. Seeing the pitiful look on her face, he sighed helplessly, "Ivy, thank you for sending me back these days. It's almost time for work. You can leave now. Leave me alone." After a pause, he added, "Tell the secretary that I won't go to the company today."

"Are you still not sober from the hangover? Today is Saturday. You don't need to go to work," she reminded him.

He said 'Oh' as if he had just woken up from a dream. For him, time was meaningless, and the only use was to spend it in a boring life.

"Then you can go back to have a rest. I want to... Stay alone for a while. "

"But you haven't had breakfast yet," she murmured.

"I don't have the appetite," he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach, making him uncomfortable.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and waves of disappointment surged in her heart. She bit her lips and walked out silently.

After returning to her room, Hanson fell onto the bed.

The sunlight came in through the slightly open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed. It warmed the moist air in the room, but it couldn't warm his cold heart.

Why did he take away his Essie? Why?

He asked the sky, the sky was silent. He asked the clouds, the clouds were silent.

The wind blew from the distant mountain, through the thin hair, and slipped through the corners of his eyes, taking away a crystal tear. He reached out his hand and felt the tenderness of it caressing his fingertips. She was like the wind, gentle and soft, but floated without a trace, and could not be caught.

After a long time, the door was gently pushed open, and a faint voice came out from the wind, "Brother Hanson!"

Hanson didn't respond, still looking out of the window.

"Brother Hanson!"

The voice came over again, low and timid, and there was a little impatience in his eyes. He sat up from the bed and saw Ivy standing at the door, looking at him with a little fear.

"Why are you still here?" Hanson's tone was so cold that Ivy was like a string that was touched and trembled slightly.

The room became deathly silent, with an invisible pressure, making people suffocate.

She stayed there motionless. After a long time, her thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs flowed in the wind, like thin water dripping into the frozen air.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had put salt on the fresh wound. He stood up from the bedside and slowly walked to her.