Chapter 563 Be Friends Forever

"I have never made a wrong decision," Zac said in a domineering tone as usual. Obviously, he was just telling her, not discussing with her.

In this family, she seemed to have no right to make a decision. Even if it was given birth to a baby, it was up to the big devil.

Feeling a little angry, Essie really wanted to jump up, clench her fists and sing loudly, 'get up, people who don't want to be slaves!'

But in the end, she held it back. Her big eyes rolled two times and smiled cunningly. "I've calculated it. It's the safety period now."

"Oh?" Raising his eyebrows, a glimmer of light flashed across Zac's handsome face.

She took a look and deliberately didn't say anything. She sat up from the bed and said, "I'm sleepy. I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Before she finished speaking, she was held into the arms of the man. Since it was the safety period, what else should he worry about? She wouldn't get out of bed until he was satiated.

On the second day, when she went to the airport to see off her grandfather, Laves, and grandmother, Ophelia, Essie felt sleepy. She regretted deeply. She shouldn't have flirted with the devil last night.

Not long after Laves and Ophelia returned, Lady Rose and Irene also returned to Provence. After the cooperation agreement was signed, they still had a lot of things to do. On the surface, Mary was reluctant to leave her sister, but in fact, she was greatly relieved, as if she was sending away the God of plague.

In the evening, Essie received a call from Hanson, asking her to take a walk by the river.

Since she reconciled with Zac, Hanson seldom came to Dragon City.

"How are you doing recently, Hanson?" Sitting on the riverside, Essie asked with a smile.

With a faint smile on his face and a hint of loneliness in his eyes, Hanson said, "I'm fine." There was a touch of alienation in his tone.

Noticing that, Essie smiled bitterly and said, "We haven't seen each other for only a few days. Why are you so polite? Can't we even be friends in the future?"

"How could it be?" He shook his head bitterly. She was the most profound mark in his heart and the only figure in his eyes. Unless his heart stopped beating and his life was over, how could he break up with her?

The dusk was burning in the west, emitting the last glow as much as possible. The colorful glow blended with the blue sky, painting the most beautiful moment of the day.

The setting sun was infinitely beautiful, but it was close to dusk.

Should the blazing emotion in his heart sink into the deepest horizon like this sunset?

The setting sun's fiery red light turned into tens of thousands of golden threads, flowing through the water and interwoven into a large net made of golden threads.

Her beautiful figure was reflected in the net, rippling with the sparkling waves.

He looked at it in a daze, but felt that it was just an illusory light and shadow, far away from him.

"How are you getting along with Zac Rong?" His voice came through slowly, like the echo of the wind from afar.

"Not bad." She smiled and sat beside him. The setting sun shone on her face, adding to her beauty. She was graceful and sad, like a bea

tay with her.

They deliberately found a conspicuous seat. Before they sat down, Finney began to look around with her black eyes.

There were a variety of noble men here, including rich men with wife and children, the new rich men who could relieve loneliness and pressure, and a group of the second generations of officials and rich people who didn't know what was worry. They were surrounded by a group of horny girls like bees and butterflies.

"This place is really nice." Taking a sip of the cocktail, Finney smiled. When she looked at a corner of the club, a ray of starlight flew into her eyes.

Finally, she saw a handsome man. He was so handsome that it was earth shaking. And he was there alone!

He was very good-looking, a little melancholy and a little distance from everything. He was handsome and cold. His features were delicate and gentle, as if they were drawn by a masterpiece. His black eyes were like black glazed, emitting mysterious and deep light. His straight nose was with a charming arc. His plump lips were slightly pursed, and the arc at the corners of his mouth was slightly tilted, with a bit of cynicism, arrogance and unruly.

He slowly exhaled a cigarette, and the light white mist was ethereal in the air, surrounding him and making him look like a dream, an illusion, a poem, and a painting.

"He's so handsome and cool!" She trembled with excitement.

Turning her head to look in the direction of her gaze, Essie saw a familiar face in a dim corner.

He was alone, with a bottle of almost bottomed whiskey at his hand. It seemed that he wanted to drown his sorrows in wine. Two women walked towards him and seemed to want to accost him, but they left soon with obvious disappointment on their faces. It seemed that he enjoyed being alone.

Finney stood up and wanted to accost him, but was stopped by Essie. "Sister, do you have a crush on him?" There was a strange smile on her face. Her cousin's taste was really good. She had noticed the most distinguished single aristocrats in the club tonight.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Finney asked, "Do you know that handsome man?"