A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 291 A Slip Of The Tongue (Part One)

Leila ignored Essie deliberately. She squatted at the table and talked to Zac, "It can read ancient poems. When I read any line, it will read the next line of that poem." She swallowed and murmured, "Wild grasses spreading over the plain." Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"With every season come and go," said the parrot in a shrill voice.

Leila continued, "In the morning one departs from Baidi, amongst rosy clouds."

"One thousand li to Jiangling, in one day returning," the parrot continued.

With his arms around his chest, Zac touched his chin and asked, "Did you get this from the zoo?"

"No, I bought it with a man who has parrots. There are many parrots among them, and it is the smartest one. So I picked it and give it to you. You can ask it to wake you up every morning," Leila grinned.

"Okay, I take it. It's much more interesting than an alarm." Zac asked the servant to hang the birdcage on the balcony. Then he sat on the sofa and chatted with Leila, ignoring the woman standing at the stairs.

Essie was not happy to be ignored as air. She felt like she was thrown into a lemonade, sour from cells to pores.

She used to be a substitute for Leila, and now she was even inferior to her. It was only a powerful third wheel. She was the unnecessary existence

She bit her lips, turned around and went upstairs. She didn't want to see their intimacy any more. Her eyes hurt and her chest was stuffy.

Zac glanced at her back with the corner of his eyes, without any expression on his face, silently doing whatever she wanted. She turned a deaf ear to him for three years, he would let her know how it felt to be forgotten.

"Zac, have you reconciled with each other?" Leila asked nervously.

"She came here just for business," Zac said blandly. She could feel a little more peace in her heart when she saw that his face was cold, not as warm as he used to look at Essie. And she continued, "You are just friends now, aren't you?"

"I'm never friends with her." There was a cold tone in Zac's tone, as if he was mad at the people upstairs. In fact, in his heart, she was always his wife.

Of course, Leila didn't understand the underlying meaning behind his words. The colder Zac was to Essie, the happier she was.

In the room upstairs, Essie, didn't go far. Every single word he said had clearly pierced into her ears. Her heart ached, and it was like countless needles were piercing into it. And the pain was so deep that it was unable to be pulled out. Every time she breathed, the needles would shake and her heart hurt.

It turned out that in his heart, she was so insignificant that she couldn't even be counted as a friend. There was no other relationship between them except using her.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. She covered her mouth with her hands and ran into the bathroom to prevent him from hearing her sobbing. She locked the door, turned on the tap, letting the sound of water cover her crying, so that she could cry freely.

When she came out of the bathroom, Zac was already in the room. He looked up and saw her red and swollen eyes.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" He asked in a low voice.

"I accidentally splashed some soap water in the shower just now." She made up an excuse.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows and seemed to be a little doubtful, "I thought you were jealous and you cried in the bathroom secretly."

"Don't think too much of yourself." She pursed her lips and said, "I've never been jealous of you before, not to mention now."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Zac. A rage slowly rose. "It is good that you will not. In your current status, you are not qualified to be jealous." Every word was said in a cold tone.

She was full of complaints and went up to the bedside to play games to vent her anger. Zac also checked his own business news and ignored her.

The air in the room became stagnant and quiet. Such an atmosphere made her uneasy. She had always been afraid of quietness. After a long while, she couldn't help asking, "Where is your son? Why didn't you take him with you?"

Zac didn't respond.

However, his silence didn't affect Essie at all. She said to herself, "You must let your mother take care of him. You have a lot of fun outside. You don't care about your son. You're a bad father."

Zac didn't answer.

Essie continued, "I've heard that Valery is crazy. She is just pretending to be crazy. Even if the earth explode, even if the comet are going to hit the earth, she can bear it..."

Touching his forehead, Zac was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.

It had been three years, and this little fool hadn't changed at all. As soon as he opened her little mouth, she kept chattering. As long as he was with her, he didn't need to worry about the quietness and boredom of the night. His stern face softened unconsciously. He put down the magazine in his hand, holding the back of his head with his hands, and looked at her lazily and comfortably. He had been alone for the past three years. He was so lonely that he seemed to be the only one left in the world who could fill the emptiness in the night and the blank in his heart. At this moment, her beautiful voice was floating in the air, like the sound of a snowflake blowing in the wind. The room was no longer empty, and the night was no longer quiet. And his heart was exceptionally full.

"You have to come here every night from now on." When she heard his arbitrary words, she immediately shut her mouth. As if she was frightened, she stared at him with her big eyes in a panic. "No!" She objected strongly.