Chapter 568 The Wedding Was Going On (1/2)

He ignored her. She had her own way to seduce him.

She quickly pretended to be asleep.

Zac was still awake. The two were so close that he could feel her breath. Essie's body naturally emitted a pure and fresh element, making him intoxicated and addicted. But tonight, he couldn't feel such an aura. The feeling brought by the woman beside him was strange.

Why is that?

Was it because she lost her memory?

He was confused.

At this moment, a hand reached out and put on his collar, and then a leg was lifted on his leg.

He was used to this kind of behavior, because she always had a bad sleep.

However, when the hand reached his chest in sleep, he got goose bumps all over his body. The woman next to him felt the tension in his muscles, thinking that he was stimulated by her. She was very happy in her heart, and a complacent smile involuntarily appeared at the corners of her mouth.

She continued to touch his body, pretending to be in a dream. When she unscrupulously went down, a disgusting feeling came out of his stomach. He shook off her hands on his waist in a hurry, jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of vomiting, the woman was depressed. What's wrong with this man? She was not smelly, and she had washed herself clean and fragrant. Why did he feel sick again?

Was he sick?

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep and know nothing.

Looking at her, Zac sighed and walked out of the room. It seemed that he could only sleep in the guest room.

Hearing the door being closed, the woman opened her eyes with a gloomy face.

She jumped off the bed, walked to the mirror and looked at herself in it. Her face and figure were almost the same as that of Essie's. There was no flaw. Why did Zac look as if he was not interested in her at all? It was so weird!

In the guest room, Zac poured a glass of red wine and stood in front of the French window, looking out at the dark night.

He was not sleepy at all.

He wanted to know what was wrong with him. Was it because his aggravated hidden disease created a physical barrier, or because her loss of memory made him feel strange?

He took a sip of wine and sat on the windowsill, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

If the moon was missing, it would eventually come back. Maybe he couldn't be too anxious. He had to be patient with himself and the muddled fool. They would go back to the past, as sweet and happy as before.