A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 59 Getting Hurt Intended

"What the hell!"

Zac cursed loudly as he took out his phone. When he looked at the caller ID on his screen, he saw that it was Leila calling him.

He was just about to hang up the phone when Essie took the phone and said, "Take the call," as she slid her fingers to answer it. She proceeded to walk away to give them some space to talk.

"Zac! I just had an accident and got injured. I'm in the hospital and I don't know anyone else from this city. I'm scared. Can you please come over?"

Zac was silent for a few moments, before he finally said, "Okay."

Upon she heard what Zac said, Essie's heart sank with disappointment and utter dejection. She suddenly felt a hint of regret that she picked up the phone.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He stroked her hair feeling a bit disheartened. He was unsure if his actions made her feel any better but he also didn't have the time to console her.

Essie faced away and pursed her lips together. Her anxieties caused her to wonder if he would even come back after being called by his ex-lover. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

After Zac walked away and left, the rooftop suddenly felt unusually quiet. The silence left her with a heavy sense of discomfort while the loneliness crept up to her spine, making her feel like the only person left in the world.

As she stood on the rooftop in the middle of the city, she stared up towards the dark eerie sky. The stars were blinking and were especially bright contrasted from noise from the chaotic streets. However, all of this only triggered her loneliness even more.

'If Zac finds himself a girlfriend, will he still have time for me in the future?'

After having spent so much time alone, having another man's presence was overwhelming and noisy. However, now that she had been used to living with Zac, she started to feel lonely whenever she was alone.

She released a deep sigh and tried to push her thoughts away. She decided to take some photos of the hot pot that was on the table to post on her social media.

After a few moments, her phone beeped. She received a reply from Hanson which said, "It sucks that I'm bed ridden in the hospital. Otherwise, I would have gone straight there to eat with you."

Essie's eyes widened as she put her hands over her mouth.

'His wedding was coming in a few days. How could he end up in the hospital?

Was this for real?'

she thought anxiously as she paced back and forth in the garden. Essie wondered if it would be a good idea to give him a call and ask if he was okay, but didn't have the courage to dial his number.

While riddled with thoughts, her phone beeped once again. Hanson sent another message asking, "Would you care to take a visit?"

Soon after, she walked towards the table, grabbed the beer and chugged it down. She finally mustered up the courage to dial his number, and the phone started to ring.

In Yang City Hospital.

Essie passed by a stall to buy some fruits for Hanson before she went to visit. While waiting for the elevator, she coincidentally saw Leila sitting by herself in the resting area.

Apparently she had twisted her wrist while playing tennis. She had it checked up and the doctor confirmed that there was no severe damage. The doctor prescribed some medicine to promote blood flow and decrease the bruising.

After she took some of the pills, Zac was seen walking towards her. "You'll be fine after a few days of rest. I'll take you back to your hotel." He proceeded to walk her outside.

As Essie watched them walk away, she felt an indescribable aching in her chest.

It turned out that Leila was injured. Now it made sense to her why Zac was so nervous after he put down the phone earlier. He also had left in such a hurry.

She previously thought that this cold person wasn't capable showing tenderness towards women. It turned out that he only showed this side of him with the right person.

He must love her very much. Essie quickly came into a realization that Zac had rejected Mandy because of her as well. If there was a woman he cared for deeply in his heart, he wouldn't just simply accept another woman. Right?

Essie found herself staring blankly into the air. She swallowed all her thoughts, straightened up and walked into the elevator.

As she walked into a ward, she saw Hanson as he lay down uncomfortably on the hospital bed with his legs wrapped in plaster. His eyes sunk deeply, and his lips were parched.

However, the moment he saw Essie walking towards him, his eyes instantly lit up with delight. He waved at the caregiver sitting next to him and asked her to leave the room for a moment. He clearly wanted to spend some time alone with Essie.

Essie placed the basket of fruits on the table next to him and sat on the edge of his bed. She asked in a tender, sweet voice, "Why are you so careless? How badly does it hurt?" Her eyebrows furrowed and a frown appeared on her face. She remembered the phone call earlier where Hanson had mentioned that he had fallen off his horse.

"My leg doesn't hurt anymore, but my heart does." He positioned his hand carefully on his chest.

"Your heart hurts?" Her eyes widened as her small face tensed up from shock.

When he noticed her nervousness, his lips slightly curled up and a subtle smile was seen from his expression. This proved that she still cared about him. He explained carefully, "I'm not physically hurt, but I've been hurt by you. Whenever I think about you giving up on me, my heart starts to ache."

"This isn't the time to be kidding around." She lowered her eyes with a sullen expression. Her thick eyebrows fluttered like butterfly wings.

A rush of emotions came over Hanson and he quickly reached his hand out to grab Essie's that laid on his bedside. "As long as I don't get married to her, you won't stop loving me, right?" His dark eyes sparkled in the light as if it were made of glass. His sudden act of devotion baffled Essie.

Essie glanced towards his eyes with her mouth slightly open and loose. She blinked and refocused her eyes, as she was lost in confusion.

Is it possible for him not to get married?