Way Back Into Love (Essie)

However, Essie didn't take further action. Instead, she slipped out of his arms, jumped off the bed, grabbed her sketchbook, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Zac squinted his eyes just a bit to see what was happening.

The girl was sketching him without his permission!

How dare she!

He clenched his jaw and turned to the other side of the bed.

She went to the other side and continued.

Seeing that she wasn't going to stop that easily, he turned back and she followed.

"Are you fucking dreaming?" Essie grumbled, finally having enough.

Sensing her frustration, he decided to cooperate her. If the painting wasn't good enough, then he would just tear it to pieces and throw it into the nearest trash can.

Seeing that he didn't move, Essie shook her head and sighed. "It seems that you also dream so fast," she teased quietly.

Zac felt embarrassed yet again.

It was a humiliating experience for a man to be questioned of his ability to do something!

'If a tiger didn't come out from its slumber, you'd take for it as a sick cat. If a dragon doesn't come out of its cave, then you'd think of it as a humble worm. Do you really think I'm that weak?'

He tried his best to suppress his anger. Finally, in a matter of thirty minutes, Essie finally finished her masterpiece.

"Perfect!" Essie clapped her hands together. Although she was praising the painting she had just drawn up, the man took it as a compliment to himself. His anger towards her immediately diminished. As she was about to hide his painting, Zac raised his eyebrow. "Don't you think sketching me infringes on my rights?" he said coldly.

She flushed almost immediately. "We're husband and wife. Of course I have the right to sketch you." Before she could finish, the person on the bed rushed over like a raging tornado. He pulled her into his arms. "Since we're a couple now, shouldn't you at least fulfill your duty as a wife?"

Essie grasped her collar in a hurry. "Didn't you say you're not interested in me?" she snapped.

"With all that teasing, don't I have to prove myself?"

Fuck! Essie stuck out her tongue for him to see. She didn't know that he had heard all of that!

"Well, you've misunderstood me. I was talking about football, you know? And..." Hearing her ambiguous explanation, Zac had the urge to roll his eyes. Although he was still pretty annoyed, he couldn't help but find her adorable. However, that didn't mean that he would forgive her that easily.

"I'm hungry. Why don't you go and cook?" he ordered.

Essie gaped at him. The topic had changed so fast that she found herself unable to react. She turned around and gazed out the window. The sun was hanging out in the sky. It was already noon and she still hadn't eaten.

"If you're hungry, then you can go out and eat." She curled her lips.

"From now on, I'll be eating at home. You'll cook." He was like a king who was handing out orders. No one was allowed to object. Zac snatched the painting from her hand and gazed at the portrait that she had sketched out. It was a nice painting. He would definitely take it to his storage room.

'Ass!' she thought. Fortunately, she wouldn't be tied to him forever or else she might as well just sign her death will.

In the past few days, Zac had a preliminary impression of her. She was incredibly daze and careless. Whenever she was pouring water, there was a chance that she could spill it on her legs. Whenever she was peeling fruit, there was a risk that she could cut her own skin. Whenever she went out, she might forget her phone. Now, he realized something else- Essie was stingy!