The man didn't even respond, so she decided to change her tactic by yelling out, "Earthquake!"
He still didn't respond. Essie waved her hands exasperatedly up in the air. "There are thieves! Catch
them!"
An hour later, her voice was already hoarse from yelling too much.
Fortunately, the door was already open.
Mindy leaned against the doorframe and smoothened over her skirt. Her eyes glinted. "Thank you for
the music." She winked, before turning to the handsome man inside. "Honey, you were awesome. See
you tomorrow!"
As soon as the door was closed, Essie rushed into his bedroom.
Zac leaned against the headboard. As he wore his pajamas, a lazy and satisfied smile played in the
corners of his mouth. "What are you playing just now?" he snorted. "A disaster training exercise?"
Bastard!
Essie wanted to scold him again, but she found that she couldn't bring herself to. Her throat was
already hurting from all the times she had yelled. She bit her lips and raised her hand to hit the wall.
His large hand reached out to stop her. "Don't hurt yourself." Zac stared at her with pity in his eyes, but
she didn't even bother to notice them. Her mind was filled with that materialistic bitch leaving his room.
Shoving out of the way, she ran into her room.
Looking at the direction she had disappeared, he smirked.
"Are you jealous?" he whispered, but there was no one to answer.
It was already late at night.
Essie was still awake. It wasn't just because of Mandy's sobs, but it was also because she was upset
with what had happened.
She knew all too well of that feeling.
After handing the last piece of tissue to Mandy, she picked up her pillow and lay on the bed. "Don't be
sad. There are plenty of good men in the world. We can find someone better than him," she reasoned.
Mandy shook her head heavily. "No, I won't give up."
With her hands on her forehead, Essie stifled a groan.
If she continued doing this, then she would be poor in an instant!
Suddenly, an idea came upon her.
"Mandy, there's a saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?"
Mandy frowned. "Yes." She looked at her friend in confusion.
"You're so beautiful. Besides, you're even an anchorwoman! There's no reason why he wasn't
unmoved by your gesture! But...is it because of your carelessness that he got to see your flaws?" Not
even waiting for her reply, Essie continued, "Look at me. He never treated me as a woman, because
we live in the same house. He had seen everything there is to see. For example, my hair is always
unkempt. Whenever I fall asleep, I passed out with dried saliva all over my face. When I get a cold, I'll
have a runny nose," she had listed everything there was to list.
At her words, Mandy paled. She remembered the one time she ran out of her room to receive a parcel
without any makeup on. He had seen that. 'Shit! Does he think I'm not beautiful?' she thought.
Essie saw the expression on her face and patted her shoulder. "Love is like a battlefield. Before you
can capture your victim, you must first make him think that you're perfect. Otherwise, your rival will take
advantage of your flaws and attack you."
Mandy nodded thoughtfully, as if she had been very inspired. The next day, she packed up and left.
Their apartment finally returned to its peaceful self and Zac was ecstatic. He lay on the sofa while
playing with his iPad as he waited for his wife to cook lunch.
Essie was still furious by what had happened. Gritting her teeth, she placed the food onto the table.
'White tofu, radish, cabbage.
Is this punishment?' he thought to himself while looking at the dishes.
However, Zac said absolutely nothing as he picked up the cabbages with his chopsticks and placed
them on his lips.
Essie stared, a wicked gleam flashing in her eyes.
Although the dishes were pale, there was a certain mystery around them.
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