Chapter 79 Won't You Come Back

On the first day that he was gone, Essie decided that as long as he came back, she would cook his favorite dish, carrot stewed with yellow beef, for him.

The day after that, she told herself that she wouldn't get angry if he laughed at her or teased her.

On the third day, she could only sigh deeply in depression. She swore to herself that if he was ever unhappy in the future, she would be willing to be his punching bag and trash bin so he could vent out his grievances.

However, three whole days had already passed, but Zac still hadn't shown up.

The days without him were boring.

She ate, watched TV, and went shopping alone. It was as if she was the only one left in the world.

Time ticked by unbearably slowly.

Every day seemed like an entire century.

Essie leaned against the sofa in a trance. She couldn't even get excited at new orders.

'Where did he go?

Has his hand recovered? Is he still angry?

Why hasn't he come back?' Essie's mind was full of questions.

The house belonged to him, so she was the person who was supposed to leave the house.

She suddenly felt like she had no right to be living in Zac's house.

But he didn't bring the house key with him. If she left, he wouldn't be able to come in.

She sighed deeply and took out her phone to call him, but when she thought that he was probably alright and was just reluctant to come back because he was flirting with Leila instead of her, she put her phone back down.

On the fourth day,

Hanson was discharged from the hospital.

It seemed that he was obsessed with her. Instead of going straight to the company, he stayed with her all day long, filling up her lonely day.

Over the next few days, they spent their time enjoying the sunrise and sunset, curling up together, discussing the latest fashion trends, and having a romantic candlelit dinner.

Essie's melancholy heart felt better. As for Zac, she no longer thought about him for the time being.

He belonged to another woman now, and Hanson belonged to her.

Today, Hanson took her to see the sunset on the sea.

He walked into the yacht and took out a gift box.

"This is for you. Open it and see if you like it."

Essie was slightly stunned. She opened it and saw a very beautiful dress inside.

"Hanson, did you design it by yourself?" Essie's eye

uld calm himself down.

In the past two months, he had only one purpose: to make her willing to go with him to stop his wedding.

However, the situation seemed to spiral out of his control. It reached a point where he could no longer tell if he was acting or being sincere. His emotions became uncontrollable, always affected and influenced by her and her mood swings.

He hated having that kind of passive feeling, but he couldn't control it.

But he had to face this issue head on, and he knew he couldn't deal with things negatively all the time. Now that this muddled woman was willing to do it, he no longer cared about using violence.

If she wanted to set herself free, she had to stop the wedding for him and help him get rid of Valery.

Meanwhile, outside the apartment building, Hanson let go of the girl in his arms reluctantly. "I will pick you up for the opening ceremony of fashion week the day after tomorrow," he said.

Essie smiled at him and walked into the apartment.

Hanson got in the car, and just as he was about to start the engine, he received a call from the hospital.

Apparently, Florey had a heart attack and had to undergo an emergency operation.

Naturally, Hanson felt so anxious that he rushed to the hospital at once.

Florey simply lay on the bed, waiting for his son. He had been spending a lot of time with Essie recently. And Florey had been very clear about the fact that she would not let his son go on like this. She knew that she had to use an effective means to cut off his relationship with Essie.