Chapter 424 Sleeping In The Same Room

"You are too stubborn." He clasped the tip of her chin, and a sharp gaze gently scratched her rosy little
mouth.

"I've told you everything. I don't care whether you believe me or not. I'm leaving. You'd better let go of
my hand as soon as possible, or I'm going to shout for help. My bodyguards are not far away. They will
come to save me as soon as they hear me. " She was a little annoyed and just wanted to get rid of him
and run away.

"I have removed your bodyguards." He smiled mischievously.

Startled, Essie looked around in the moonlight. Sure enough, there was no one else. "They are my
bodyguards. How could they listen to you?"

Shrugging, Zac said, "They withdraw when I come here usually. They've got used to it."

With a pale face, Essie regretted herself that she forgot to inform the bodyguard to change the rule?

"If you dare to take advantage of me, I will... I will bite my tongue and commit suicide," she threatened.

She had read too many novels. But, it was not fatal even if she bit off her tongue. Zac sneered and
looked at her coldly from head to toe. "Stupid woman, do you have anything that I'm interested in?"

Essie was shocked again. Yes, she almost forgot that he had recovered from his hidden disease.
Except for Leila, who knew how many women he had made love with these days. He didn't need her
for a long time.

She felt a surge of blood in her chest. She bowed and bit at the back of his hand. He groaned and let
her go. She took the opportunity to run to the construction base.

'Stupid woman! You are not a dog, but why are you always biting?'



He shook his head, sighed and hurriedly followed her.

When she returned to the construction base, she found that it was dark, just like the beach.

"What happened?" Zac asked.

"There is something wrong with the electricity's system. The workers are busy in repairing it. But I'm
afraid that the electricity system is out of power tonight," the guard replied.

'Power is out?'

Essie shuddered again.

She suffered from claustrophobia and had not build a construction base now. Only a few square meters
of a shabby dormitory could be used. This kind of apartment was like a narrow and small space to her.
Without the light, she didn't dare to stay inside alone.

Her fear was clearly sensed by Zac. He grabbed her hand and said, "Go to my room."

"Nice... Nice try. " She shook off his hand in a hurry. They used to be couple. It wouldn't be appropriate
for a man and a woman to stay in one room at night.

"There's only one chance. If you miss it, I won't open the door even if you knock on it." Zac snorted. He
was cold. He didn't have a tender heart for women at all.

Feeling a little cold, Essie held her arms and wanted to refuse at once. Then raised her head and
walked away with dignity and backbone. But she couldn't overcome her fear for darkness and closed
space. ''A great man knows when to yield and when not'. I'm more willing to suffer from injustice than to
be threatened to death.'



So she stretched out her two fingers and grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt, saying, "Come on...
Let's go. "

"Yeah, you are not that stupid." With a sneer at the corners of his mouth, Zac walked towards his
dormitory.

As soon as they entered the room, Essie held his arm subconsciously. There was a flash of flashlight,
but it was so dim that the place it couldn't reach looked very dark and gloomy.

Especially when the door was closed, she thought of the basement that had locked her.

Her nervousness was sensed by Zac. He lifted her up by her waist, put her on the bed, and then lay
down beside her. "Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."

She stretched out her little hands and grasped his clothes firmly. "You won't leave, will you?"

"Of course not." His voice was gentle and firm, like the sea breeze gently comforting her nervous heart.

She buried her head in his arms. She missed his embrace so much and she was unwilling to part with
it. She knew it would not belong to her anymore. This might be the last time, and she did not want to be
vain.

She put her ear close to his chest, listening to his fierce and powerful heartbeat. She wanted to imprint
this beautiful melody forever in her hippocampus.

She was so absorbed in her own world that she didn't even notice the tears that streamed down her
face.

Tears immersed his cloth, and his heart trembled, like a string being plucked. "The sand is in your eyes
again?" His low voice was somewhat hoarse.



She suddenly realized that she was out of control and quickly wiped her face.

"No... No, I... I'm just too scared. " She stammered in fluster.

"Are you afraid of the dark or me?" he asked, with his lips very close to hers. It was more like an
indirect kiss.

Two clouds flew up to her cheeks. Fortunately, the night could cover everything and prevent her secrets
from being exposed. She swallowed hard and suddenly found that the most primitive desire was
aroused in her body.

Oh my God, was she crazy? How could she have such a shameless idea?

She suddenly released her grip on his cloth hem and moved backward to keep a distance from him.
However, the bed was very small, only 1.2 meters wide. She was sleeping inside. Now she couldn't
move any further as her body was against the wall.

So she sat up and asked, "Have you brought wine here?"

"Here you are. Would you like some?" He sat up as well.

"Please give me one glass of wine. I'm not afraid anymore as alcohol embolden my heart." She
nodded. Actually, it was just an excuse. She was no longer afraid. She just felt uncomfortable, sad,
heartache, and a kind of physical impulse that needed alcohol to relieve it.

He stood up and walked towards the closet with a flashlight. He took out a bottle of wine. He opened
the corkscrew, poured two glasses and one of them passed to her.

She was not in the mood to enjoy it, so she raised her head, swallowed it all and handed the glass to
him, "One more."



"You'll get drunk." He didn't move, as if he didn't want to give her any more wine.

She frowned and, extremely dissatisfied, climbed to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle on the
bedside table. If he didn't, she would pour herself.

She drank five glasses in a row. According to her drinking capacity, she was now in the drunken mode.

"No more drinking." It was only when she was almost drunk that Zac forcefully grabbed the bottle and
glass in her hand. With one more glass, she would definitely fall down, completely wasted.

"I'm not drunk. I can handle alcohol well. I won't get drunk even if I have one bottle of it." She shook her
head vigorously.

"I don't want to take care of a drunk woman in the dark," Zac said, flicking her forehead.

She pushed him away with all her strength, "Icy guy, do you know that you have become particularly
annoying since you married Leila. Is it called, 'If you live with a lame person you will learn to limp'?"

"The same goes to you. You are not so lovely since you came back from America." Zac's deep and
cold eyes glimmered in the darkness.

"I hate myself, too. I'm stupid and even without self-esteem now. You've married another woman, but I
still have to be your mistress shamelessly. I swore in front of my mother that I would make a clean
break with you. I'm so sad to see you hold a wedding ceremony with another woman. It's killing me. "

She suddenly rushed over and grabbed his collar. "I am your first wife. We haven't held the wedding
ceremony yet. Why do you hold the wedding ceremony with her? She is a mistress, and you are a
bastard. You won't be happy. I will never bless you, I will curse you every day! " She was almost
shouting. Her chest, brain and heart were full of anger and resentment.



But he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he smiled. Her anger turned into hope when it reached his ears.

He opened his arms and held her in his arms. "Silly woman, are you jealous?"

"No, I don't. jealousy has to be based on love. I don't love you. I don't love you at all! Because a
bastard like you, who has abandoned one person after another, doesn't deserve my feelings at all. I'm
in hospital dying, but you are having fun with Leila outside. As soon as I leave you, you hold the
wedding with her and go on your honeymoon. You are just a typical bitch couple as in TV series. I
cried, I felt sad, and it was all because I felt sorry for myself. My good youth has been wasted by you
bastard. " As soon as she finished her words, she burst into tears.

A hint of injured flew into the eyes of Zac. It was this woman who had the ability to play with him in the
palm. One minute he was floating above the clouds, the next minute she kicked him hard and made
him fall into the abyss.

He grabbed her shoulders and pinched her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Tell me, Essie. Do
you love me at all?"

"I..." She almost said the word "I love you", but she stopped at the crucial moment. Although she was a
little drunk, she still had her sense. Her dignity had been trampled into pieces by him, and the last
scrap would not be destroyed.

Love was a game between two people. They would like to see who would lose the heart first. She lost
the game between her and Zac. She failed to keep her heart. The only thing she could do now was to
protect it from being laughed at, trampled, and keep it complete.

"I won't love you. You have already married another woman, and you are the other woman's husband. I
just have one heart. If I love you, it will break into pieces. If it broke, I won't have anything left. Her
voice was low but clear.



He frowned. He seemed to never know the answer from her.

"If I divorce with Leila, will you try to fall in love with me?"

She lowered her head and said dejectedly, "I won't love you unless you love me too..." The rest of the
sentence was silent. True love is the exchange of heart and soul, which was equal.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. It must be God who sent her to torture and enslave him.

He frowned. He seemed to never know the answer from her.
"If | divorce with Leila, will you try to fall in love with me?"

She lowered her head and said dejectedly, "| won't love you unless you love me too..." The rest of the
sentence was silent. True love is the exchange of heart and soul, which was equal.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. It must be God who sent her to torture and enslave him.



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