Way Back Into Love (Essie)

Chapter 73 Square Dancing On The Square

At Yang City International Airport...

Sunny stood at the gate, suitcase in hand.

A complacent smile flashed across Sunny's face. Essie would never think that she would escape this

way.

She wanted her to square dance to Little Apple? Dream on!

Inferior creatures such as her, without influence, money, or background, was like a bug she could easily

crush under her heel.

Sunny smoothed down her high-fashion Chanel dress and stepped forward to register. Suddenly, a

large hand landed on her shoulder.

She turned around and saw a devilishly handsome man in black standing behind her. His face was

expressionless save for that hint of a ruthless smile on his lips.

Her scream got stuck in her throat. She was so frightened that she could not speak a word.

The whole day, Essie felt a little bored.

She did not go to the hospital to visit Hanson. Instead, she spent the whole day bending over her desk,

and her discarded design drawings were scattered underfoot. As for the magic bottle, she had already

forgotten everything. There was no magic or miracle in this world, only the survival of the fittest where

the strong preyed on the weak.

When she heard the door open, she looked up at the clock overhead. It was six o'clock.

'Looks like someone failed to reconcile with his girlfriend again today.'

The little imp inside her secretly came out and danced a jig.

She did not like Leila, even if she did understand her hostility toward other women and possessiveness

where that ice guy was concerned. Moreover, she was hypocritical and arrogant by nature. Leila

always thought herself to be above others, and Essie had always felt disgusted with her superiority

complex.

However, she knew that her personal preferences would never influence Zac's feelings. People in love

were blind; they only saw the good in each other and turned a blind eye to the other's shortcomings.

When Zac opened the door, he first saw wads of crumpled paper scattered all over the floor. With a

faint sigh, he walked in and took Essie's hand. "Let's go. I'll get you some inspiration."

Essie frowned worriedly. She already had some inspiration. If melancholy were popular this season,

she could certainly design several lines based on that.

In Century Square...

The sky gradually darkened.

After dinner, the middle-aged women began to regroup in twos and threes, preparing to square dance

and do some exercise.

Essie looked up at Zac with some confusion.

Why did the ice guy bring her here?

He didn't go to a confrontation with his girlfriend and got irritated, so he took her square dancing so he

could blow off some steam?

Goodness, what was going to happen then?

Surely the sight of that ice guy square dancing would be even more spectacular than watching a bunch

of Mars landing on Earth?

Most importantly, Zac exuded a handsome, seductive, and powerful aura that could effortlessly slay

any mortal female of eight to eighty years of age. He would definitely cause a commotion in the square.

As Essie was lost in thought, all of the incandescent lights around the square lit up, illuminating the

whole place.

Then, the intro to Little Apple started playing on the square's sound system.

A woman wearing thick makeup and a bathing suit slowly walked toward and up the central stone

platform.

The crowd gathered around her in a large circle.

Other people did not recognize the newcomer, but Essie instantly recognized the woman standing in

the middle of the crowd in her direct line of sight. It was her bitterest rival, Sunny.

Didn't she leave for France? Why did she come back suddenly?

Was she going to abide by the bet's terms and dance the Little Apple, after all?

She couldn't believe her eyes. How could she fulfill the gambling agreement? She was absolutely

shameless. Did she, perhaps, get struck by lightning, and then her brain suddenly short-circuited? Or

was she being controlled by aliens?

After hesitating for half a minute, Sunny began to dance. Her dancing was so bad that the crowd

started to boo her. She was on the verge of running away for several times, but she gave up her

attempts whenever she met the cold, sharp eyes of the black-suited man standing in the crowd. She ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

had to continue dancing.

Essie cast a quick glance at her and guessed that she was being possessed by a ghost.

As she stood there watching Sunny's antics in extreme confusion, Zac said in a low voice, "Is the elf in

that bottle very powerful?"

She froze at the realization, remembering the wish she made the day before.

She turned around and stared at Zac without saying a word. His glittering dark eyes were unreadable,

and a mysterious smile played at the corners of his mouth.

'Did he have anything to do with it?

Nah, that's extremely unlikely.'

Sunny's family was extremely powerful in Yang City; who else had the power to compel Sunny to do

such a thing?

Zac was just an ordinary person like Essie. He had neither the money nor the background to make

Sunny obey. He just wasn't capable of doing so.

Unless Sunny actually was honorable enough to fulfill the terms of the bet? Essie instantly dismissed

the thought, which was as likely as the sun rising in the west.

What could have possibly caused Sunny's about-face?