Seeing her hesitation, Zac knew that the pajama was designed by herself. This muddle headed woman had always been confident in her fashion taste and design level. Even if someone doubted her, she didn't care. She just pretended that she didn't appreciate it. How could she be so depressed? Was it because...
He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth unconsciously. "Do you care about my opinion very much?"
"I... I don't. " She lowered her head in a hurry, as if his guess was right, and her long eyelashes covered her sparkling eyes. She didn't understand why, but she cared about his thoughts very much. She didn't care when others doubted her taste and disliked her design. She just hoped... He liked it.
Her evasive look convinced him of something. "I see. You put on your night robe deliberately, and the trick is now covering up. You want me to see your gown inside."
Essie was almost pass out. If he was such a imaginative man, why not to be an screenwriter?
"Don't think too much. I don't care what you think. The nightgown I designed is for girls. It doesn't matter as long as the girls like it."
Zac smiled coldly. "Pajamas can't be worn to go out. The reason why a woman locked up at home and wore pajamas is just to show men, isn't it? The pajamas men don't like are the losers. "
"Anyway, I am not wearing pajamas for you to see." Essie murmured in a low voice, as if talking to herself, but Zac heard it anyway. He frowned and pushed her down on the sofa, with his hands resting on the back of the sofa. He imprisoned her in his arms. "Whom do you want to wear it for?" It sounded like he was interrogating a criminal.
She shivered, and subconsciously stepped back as if she wanted to get into the sofa. He gripped her chin with his big hand to prevent her from escaping. "It's none of your business." She said stubbornly.
He seemed to be irritated and looked extremely gloomy. "Tell me honestly, are you with Hanson in the past three years?"
"So what? Didn't you stay with Leila? " Resentment and dissatisfaction gushed out of her chest, and stimulated her to fight with him fearlessly.
He frowned and his chest thumped heavily. It seemed that there was too much anger in his chest to burst out. He bit his teeth and slowly put down his hand, fearing that he would lose control and crumb her chin in anger. "Aren't you a clean freak? I'm not allowed to touch other women. Are you clean now? "
Such a question made her ashamed and angry. She pushed him away with brute force. "Hanson won't be like you. He will never force me to do anything I don't want to do. We have always been like good friends, and we have never had any extra relationship except friendship."
"Really?" His mood immediately changed from gloomy to warm. His usual frosty countenance suddenly became mild. He just wanted her to belong to him, completely belong to him.
"Believe it or not." She gave him a fierce look and wondered whether she was out of her mind to explain these things to him. Whether he misunderstood or not, it had nothing to do with her.
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