A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 207 Am I Dumped (Part One)

Every word was like a dagger stabbing into her heart time after time. She was overwhelmed by the pain.

This was how important she was in his heart.

He didn't care whether she was alive or dead. Without her, he could look for another substitute. There were many women in the world anyway.

She left quietly, running like an injured deer on the road.

She had to spend all her strength so that she could not think about it and could not suffer.

She didn't know how long she had been running until she was blocked in the way by the Emerald Lake. Unable to go any further, she collapsed on the grass.

Her heart was filled with sorrow and resentment, and she was also filled with sadness. The only thing she could do was to cry. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

She covered her face with her hands, letting tears run between her fingers. Her grievance and despair were gone.

He would not let her go, nor would he be able to be together with Hanson. Would she be destroyed like this all her life?

She covered her chest with one of her hands. It hurt so much that she could hardly breathe.

At this moment, a voice came from the side, "Little pineapple, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

She wiped the tears on her face, but his keen eyes saw everything.

"Why are you crying? Did my mommy bully you again? " He asked with concern.

"No, she didn't." Essie shook her head.

"Did you have a fight with Zac?" Clenching his teeth, Walt said, "If he dares to bully you, just tell me. I'll beat him."

"Brother, I'm fine," Essie said perfunctorily. She could only let the bitter water flow into her stomach, and let herself digest slowly and unable to spit it out.

Walt frowned.

Her eyes were swollen from crying. How could she be okay?

His instinct told him that it had something to do with Zac. But if she didn't tell him and he wouldn't ask either, he would have to find a way to make her happy.

"Little pineapple, let me make a little thing for you."

She paused for a moment and asked, "What is it?"

His thin lips curved into an attractive arc. He walked to the edge of the lake and picked some long weeds, and began to weave them up.

She looked at it curiously, and her mood became a little more peaceful.

Very soon, he made up a locust, "Little pineapple, here you are."

She smiled through tears and took the locust. "Thank you."

"In the past, when I was unhappy, I came to the lake alone to weave locusts. When I made up a locust legion, I would be in a good mood," Walt said with a smile.

"How to weave it up? Can you teach me?" Essie sniffed again.

"It's my unique skill, no spread. But for the sake of treating me as an imperial model, I'll teach you as an exception." He smiled and picked several suitable wildherbs by the lake.

He taught and Essie learned.

Soon she also weaved a grasshopper at the same time.

"How is it?" She swayed the locust in front of him with a cheeky look on her face.

"You are much better than your teacher now. You are truly a designer." Walt gave her a thumbs up. His heart was now at ease when he saw her smile.

Behind a big tree not far away, Mary was hiding in the shadow and peeping.

When she saw her eldest son and Essie were together again, she felt uneasy. Last time at the ball, although he picked several girls, they were all very temporary. After several days of being together, their date was over.

As for the girl Ivy mentioned, she didn't know how things is going between them. She wanted to find an opportunity to sound it out.

She wouldn't feel at ease as long as he didn't have a stable girlfriend.

When she was thinking, Zac came over from a path in the woods. When he went back to his bedroom, he saw that Essie was not in, so he went out to look for her.

"I finally found you." He gently stroked her head and looked at the grasshopper on the grass. "You can make this as well?"

However, Essie didn't want to talk to him at all. She lowered her head and said nothing. Meanwhile, the smile on her face disappeared.

Glancing at him, Walt said, "She has cried here for a long time. If I hadn't come here, her eyes would have been damaged by crying. You little screwball, did you bully her? "

Zac sighed in a low voice. It seemed that the muddled head didn't upgrade successfully. Yet, the tear gland was upgraded successfully.

"Let's talk about it when we get back." He wanted to hold her hand, but she shook him off subconsciously and stood up. "Brother, I'm leaving now. Next time we'll come to weave the locust Legion." With these words, she turned around and left without even taking a look at Zac.

With a touch of injury on his face, Zac sighed and followed them.

Watching their back, a malicious and cold light flashed across Zac's eyes.

He took the grasshopper made by Essie on the lawn. There was a pleasant scent left by the beauty on it.

He stood up and took it away. The rest of the things were thrown on the ground.

When Essie went back to her room, she sat on the sofa and played the game on the pad, ignoring the man.

She hated him, so much that she gritted her teeth and even her hair was bursting with anger.

"Don't be silly. I'll help you solve it. Don't be sad any more." Zac sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders.

'Solve it? The bidding proposal was ready to be given to others. How could you deal with it?'

She angrily shook off his hand, lay down on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and covered her head, trying to hide herself as an ostrich.

"What? Aren't you happy that I've decided to protect your self-defense plan?" His voice was soft, like an invisible hand touching her turbulent heart lake.