Way Back Into Love (Essie)

Chapter 767 Pretend Nothing Has Happened

"Zac, from now on, you can't drink more than three glasses. From hair to toes, you can only belong to

me. No woman is allowed to touch you. Otherwise, you can only be drunk to get it done in the future! "

Essie warned angrily. Alcohol was the most disgusting thing in the world. It could even suppress the

hidden diseases. It was so hateful!

"Honey, as long as you behave well, I will keep my integrity for you," Zac said slowly, leaning against

the bed railing.

"This is this. That is that. Don't try to mix everything together." Hearing that, Essie rolled her eyes at

him. She knew that he wanted her to put her sister's matter aside, but she couldn't pretend that nothing

had happened as she was a person, not an object.

Her sister's life was uncertain. She knew the truth and lived a happy life regardless of anything. How

cold-blooded should she be to enjoy her life without any concerns?

"It depends on self-awareness. I'll sleep first. You should know the bottom line of our marriage. If you

want to cheat on me, we'll divorce in a second. I won't miss any man who has an affair. " After saying

that, she turned her back to him and ignored him.

A hint of cruelty flitted across Zac's handsome face. He didn't believe that this hurdle could not be

crossed and remained in the middle of them all the time. He must have called in to subdue this

muddled-headed fool, so that she would take the initiative to end the cold war and come to beg for

peace.

On the second day, Lucy called and asked her to go home. Mrs. Rose came to her yesterday and

asked her about what had happened in the past. She seemed to have remembered something, but she

was unwilling to tell her.

"What did aunt ask you?" A glimmer flashed across Essie's face.

"It's about your father-in-law and mother-in-law," Lucy said.

Thinking of the conflict between Mrs. Rose and Albert in Provence, Essie said, "Mommy, last time in

France, I don't know what happened between aunt and daddy. They have some misunderstandings. If

you are free, why don't you sound her out? You are good friends. Maybe she will tell you. "

Lucy thought for a while and said, "When your aunt asked me yesterday, I didn't tell her the conflicts

between her sister and her and Albert. I'm afraid that she can't accept it."

"Okay." Essie nodded. "Don't tell auntie for the time being. Solve the conflict between her and my

father-in-law first."

In the afternoon, when Albert went to see Suzan, he happened to see Mrs. Rose accompanying her

mother. The two of them felt a little embarrassed when they met.

Albert knew that avoiding was not the solution, so he decided to have a talk with Mrs. Rose.

In the VIP box of the British style afternoon tea house, Mrs. Rose flipped the hair at the temples of her

ears, feeling uneasy and at a loss.

Albert coughed and said slowly, "About that night..."

"We... just pretend that nothing has happened. " Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Rose

interrupted him immediately.

Albert kept silent for a while. He could do nothing but pretend nothing had happened and couldn't think

of a better solution. But somehow, the feeling she brought to him that night reminded him of Mary many

years ago, on their wedding night.

From the car accident till now, there seemed to be nothing else in the marriage with Mary except family

affection. But that night, his heart was filled with passion and vitality, and he even wanted to love again

like a young man.

But this woman was Charlotte, the woman who had done everything to disgust him. How could he have

any special feelings for her?

Taking a sip of the green tea on the table, Albert said, "Charlotte, you've really changed a lot these

years. You've become much more different than before."

"I don't remember what happened in the past," Mrs. Rose said in a low voice.

"It's good that you don't remember. You are fine now." Looking at her, there was a glimmer of light in

Albert's eyes.

Mrs. Rose's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. Recently, many fragments of memory often

appeared in her dreams, all related to Albert. She became more and more worried and suspected that

they had an inappropriate relationship, just like the night in Provence.

"Am I not good in the past?" A bitter smile gradually appeared on her face.

Albert shrugged his shoulders. If people would show their most natural nature after losing their

memory, then what happened to her in the past and now?

"Let bygones be bygones." He said in a low voice, "I don't want you to hide from me because of this.

I'm willing to make up for you. No matter what request you have, I can agree."

Mrs. Rose took a sip of tea and said, "I only have one request. Don't mention it again. Just take it as a

dream."

"…… Okay. " Albert nodded heavily, feeling inexplicably disappointed. Since he came back from

France, he had been recalling that night almost every day. Although she looked almost the same as

Mary, the feeling she gave him was completely different. Just like the original Mary, she made him feel

comfortable, happy, excited.

Mrs. Rose's heart clenched after he agreed. In fact, she and Albert had the same unforgettable feeling.

When he held her, her whole heart was trembling, and there was a strange emotion in her

subconsciousness, making her feel that this embrace belonged to her, and he was the shadow that she

had been looking for and loving in her life. She finally realized that she had a special feeling for Albert

which she should not have.

But she couldn't love him. He was her brother-in-law!

"It's getting late. I should go now," she said in a low voice, as if her strength had been taken away by

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"Let me drive you home," Albert said.

"I have a car." Mrs. Rose shook her head.

"I've asked your driver to go back." Albert pursed his lips. "Since I have promised you, you must

promise me too. You can't hide from me anymore."

Mrs. Rose lowered her head and said nothing.

In the front yard of the villa by the lakeside, Mrs. Rose had planted a lot of jasmines. In Provence,

Albert had seen many jasmines in the flower field of the Rose Manor.

"It seems that you really like jasmine," Albert sent her to the door and said with a smile.

Irene ran out to open the door and happened to hear him. She smiled and said, "My mommy likes

jasmines the most. She has tried to cultivate jasmines of different colors like cultivating roses, but she

failed."

"That's a good idea." Albert smiled.

"It's just some random thoughts." Mrs. Rose shrugged.

"Uncle, come in and have a cup of coffee," Irene greeted.

"No, thanks. I have to go back to the company." After watching Mrs. Rose come in, Albert left. Sitting in

the car, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat. At his age, he shouldn't have such a feeling.

Early on Saturday morning, Mili ran into her parents' room. She found something important and couldn't

wait to tell them.

"Daddy, mommy, grandpa has a new hobby," she shouted.

Being tortured by Zac, Essie was so sleepy that she just answered perfunctorily, "Okay." Zac glanced at

her pitifully and made a 'shush' gesture to Mili, "Keep it down. Mommy is sleeping."

"It is so late. You haven't got up yet. Did you play the game the whole night last night?" Mili's complaint

made Essie completely awake.

Zac coughed and pretended to watch his pad and not to hear what she said.

"Baby, what new hobbies does grandpa have?" She quickly changed the topic.

"Cultivate jasmine," Mili said word by word.

"Isn't that the job of the gardener?" Essie said casually.

"It's not an ordinary cultivation, but to cultivate a new variety. My grandfather specially invited a

domestic famous flower nurturing expert to cultivate jasmine in a lot of amazing varieties like roses.

Such as blue enchantress, perfume jasmine, rainbow jasmine, etc.," Mili said seriously.

Zac touched his chin with a hint of dizziness in his eyes. "When did dad have such an idea?" Since

they came back from France, his daddy had become a little strange. He often sat in the garden

smoking cigars and stared blankly at the jasmine field. Now he wanted to cultivate strange flower

seeds. Was it because he had been separated from his mommy for too long?

Essie blinked her eyes and said, "Your mommy's birthday is just the time for jasmine to bloom. Does

daddy want to cultivate a romantic variety of jasmine as a birthday gift for your mommy?"

"Is that possible?" Zac raised his thick eyebrows slightly. If they loved each other so much, why did

they continue to sleep in separate rooms?

"Why not?" With a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, Essie thought, 'Mary have successfully used

her to prove her innocence. Sooner or later, she will regain her position.'

Mili pouted. "I don't think grandpa did it for grandma. It's said that grandma likes Jasmine the most, but

I don't see how much she likes jasmine. Every time she passes by there, she will speed up, as if she

hates the fragrance of jasmine very much. On the contrary, grandma Charlotte really likes jasmine.

Every time she watered and nourished jasmine, she would do it herself. "

"Maybe we are thinking too much. Grandpa just has a new hobby," said Essie, stroking her head.

"I'll go and have a look later," Zac said and sat up straight.

Mary was overjoyed. She had the same thought with Essie that Albert was preparing a birthday gift for

her.

When Zac and Essie took the children to the garden, Mary was standing next to Albert and watching

the experts pick flowers.

"Grandpa." Mili ran over excitedly. "When will beautiful colorful jasmines bloom?"

"Not yet. We have to wait till the time for jasmine to bloom." Albert looked at his granddaughter lovingly.

"Albert, I ordered the kitchen to make your favorite sweet soup. I'll ask the servant to bring it to you

later," Mary said with a smile.

"Okay," Albert replied absent mindedly. Now in his eyes, Mrs. Rose was more and more like the Mary

he once liked, while the person in front of him was more and more like the Charlotte he hated.