Chapter 77 Divorce

It was late at night. The big trees outside the window faded into dim shadows in the moonlight.

Zac had come home earlier than usual.

Instead of turning on the lights, he simply stood in front of the window without saying a word.

The windows were wide open. It was not only moonlight that burst into the living room, but also a chilly gust of wind.

"Zac, you're home," Essie said in a low voice.

Zac didn't respond to her words, nor did he move. It seemed as if he didn't hear her words at all. The curtains fluttered in the wind, making Zac's tall body look like a dark silhouette.

Essie slowly approached Zac. It was not until she smelled a light whisky scent coming from him that she noticed the glass of whisky in his hand.

'He's drinking alcohol?' Essie thought to herself.

Thinking of how she saw Leila having dinner all alone in the restaurant in the afternoon, Essie guessed that they might have quarreled with each other. And they must have had a big fight this time.

"Have you eaten? Do you want some noodles?" Essie said in a soothing tone.

Zac turned around to face her.

In the dead of night, the expression on his face was hard to read, and his eyes looked gloomy and cold as they shone in the darkness.

Essie shivered, suddenly feeling chilly.

"Zac, women always lack a sense of security. I think you'd better get married as soon as possible, so that you won't always fight with each other." Essie tried to give him a reassuring smile as she tried to steer the conversation towards what she wanted to say next.

"What do you mean?" Zac frowned. Her stupid mind was never in the same page as his.

Essie then took out a bottle of cold water from the refrigerato

s. He is my dream, a huge part of my life! You also have..."

"Bang!" With a loud crisp sound, the glass in Zac's hand shattered to pieces, and the shards of glass scattered all over the place. Essie's voice was caught in her throat by the sudden explosion of sound.

Blood dripped down from Zac's palm, and onto the floor, just like bright red roses blooming one after the other. His handsome face twisted in pain, and his eyebrows knitted together fiercely. There were several lines between his eyebrows. His eyes were as ferocious as those of an injured cheetah as he stared at Essie fiercely. It was as if he wanted to take her apart layer by layer until he could take out the soul inside her and see it clearly.

All of a sudden, Essie's face turned as pale as snow. It was the first time in her life that she had ever seen such a horrible expression. Fear and confusion bubbled up in her heart at the same time. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, he rushed towards her like a strong wind, grabbed her arm and lifted her up from the floor. Then he threw her on the sofa with much force.